Mysteries

 

It's been a while since I've felt the need to moo. If you're new to this pasture, a moo is a rant by a COW; that is, a Cranky Old Woman (raises hand).

Back in 1998, in a movie called "Shakespeare In Love," someone said, very lightly, "It's a mystery!" Himself and I adopted that line and delight in using it. But not in overusing it.

Currently there are some mysteries I believe I will never comprehend.

Some billionaires who have the means to eradicate hunger or to make a huge step in solving homelessness or sending aid to India or any other massive attempt at helpfulness are instead having a battle over personal travel to outer space. Why on earth would they do that? (See what I did there) They are self-focused and self-important beyond what my brain can fathom.

Then there's The Big Lie. A situation where loyalty to a buffoon replaces intelligence. Enough said.

The Olympics, having been postponed for a year, are to be held despite rising Corona virus rates in an already crowded and overpopulated country. Just when the pandemic seems to be getting under control in many other places. Spectators apparently are not permitted. But what about all of the other people needed to make it happen?

And, speaking of Covid-19, there are still many people who will not get vaccinated. If they don't care about getting sick themselves, I suppose that is their business. But don't they understand that they could carry the disease to others -- to children no yet eligible for the vaccine?

Oh, there are other mysteries, to be sure. But those are my current Top Puzzlements. Perhaps having laid them out on paper will enable me to think of other, more understandable things.

Moo . . . .