Do You Ever Wonder Why?

July 6, 2020

It’s a dull day here. The sky is filled with grey nothingness. It’s not hot and it’s not cold. It is just dreary. Why are the shoes that I wear on the boat stuck in a decorative bowl by the barbecue? Why is the cat sprawled on my new couch in the only space that does not have a covering to prevent an animal from getting it dirty? Why is my husband playing you-tube on his tablet toy at 3:54 in the afternoon? Why do I write with the words “it’s” and “just” when I’ve been told frequently that good writers don’t use those words? Heaven knows a million of them were tossed out of UNIQUELY STELLA during the tons of edits. Or should I say that a ton of them were tossed out during the millions of edits? It’s just that I’m glad editing is done and my book is a real live book. So, when I’m writing just to write and not to sell, I guess I can finally answer my own question. I like “it’s” and “just”. So that’s that. And, Druker, the cat, knows I don’t want him to mess up the new couch. Yet, he blames it on being deaf and doesn’t respond to my frequent verbal requests to remove himself. My shoes were probably tossed wherever they could get dry without blowing away. My husband must have done that. Speaking of husbands, that you-tube thing is still a complete mystery. I’ll keep asking myself why.