Why oh why …
How come I never notice that my glass is empty until I’ve gone and gotten my medications and settled down in front of the television?
Why don’t I realize I have to go to the bathroom until after I settle into the sofa with the dogs? For that matter, how come you don’t notice you have to go until you’ve just passed the last rest stop for the next 40 miles?
Why doesn’t the GPS work in the middle of town or in mall parking lots where you really need it most?
Why don’t I realize I forgot something I want to take on vacation until we are just far enough away from home to make it really inconvenient to go back and get it?
Why don’t I remember why I’m standing in the kitchen at all?
How come the dogs need to sing the hallelujah chorus on the only morning all week I can sleep late?
Why can I only think of a good witticism the day after the party?
Why don’t I check to make sure I have enough eggs before I mix the rest of the cake batter? Why didn’t my granddaughter mention she’d used all the eggs? And most of the milk? And the sugar?
Why doesn’t anyone but me ever wash the measuring spoons?
Why do you always find that thing you were looking for after you’ve replaced it?
Why does everyone’s back go out at the same time?
Why are all the bills due on the first of the month?
Life is full of questions without answers.
So many questions, so little time …