As I stroll The Acres, questions pop into my brain. These are the earth-shattering, mind-boggling, essential questions I've been asking myself lately:
Ticks? Mosquitoes? Japanese beetles?
Why does a food named "sauerkraut" taste so good?
How may people think that God gave us the Bible so that Bible scholars would have something to do?
What day of the week is it?
Do the Amish rent out their horse and buggies? Could one make it all the way to school? Where would I park it? Who would do the clean-up?
Why isn't "eucatastrophe" a real word? Or is it?
Why is my computer so slow all day long and fast as lightning at 3 a.m.? What am I doing on the computer when it's 3 a.m.?
How long will I have to live to get all the beds re-done at The Acres? Can I be lazy and still get them done?
Can Americans be more narcissistic? Is that a self-centered question?
What do you call a posse of one?
What are the chances of starting a one-room high school?
Who made hardy hibiscus so hardy--they grow anywhere and spread like crazy everywhere?
How can a baseball team be excellent for over a decade, just two years ago win a hundred games, and now be so incredibly flawed?
What day of the week is it again?
My poor, tired, over-worked brain. Sigh?
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