Beginning Mysteries

The first mystery isn't much of a mystery at all, it's more of a question, but don't all mysteries begin as questions?  Today, I am stuck.  I don't know what to do or not do.  As smart as I may or may not be, it has taken me a very long time to figure some things out.  Recently, things have been becoming clear in waves of understanding and still, I am in a logjam.

My neighbor, who has been very kind and welcoming to me the first year that I was in Colorado, has taken to pretending that she doesn't see me.  I asked her once, if she was mad at me, and she replied, "A little."  So, I dropped her a sweet note apologizing for my offense while admitting that I was uncertain of what my offense had been, but recognizing her kindness and generosity towards me.  I have had no reply, so here's the mystery of the day. 

When you invite someone to tell you how you have offended them, and they do not respond- are you under any social obligation to follow up in some other way?  I have never been much of a groveler, and have no desire to start now but I wonder if I am too willing to let myself off of the hook entirely.  If, in fact, I should do something else about it, what should it be or should I continue my current position of dropping the whole matter from my consciousness because if they don't care to tell me then why should I analyze every interaction we've ever had to determining whether or not I have done something to make her a "little bit" angry, and if this is a little angry shouldn't I just be grateful that I didn't really piss her off because that must be quite ugly. 

Feel free to give me guidance, humor or insight.  Assuming that somehow, someone has found this blog.

On Purpose

Life every four year old, I have asked "Why?" about practically everything I have encountered in my life.  At some point, again- like every five year old- I learned to hold my "whys" in because either they were unwelcome or the answers where annoying or and this is the worst, when the answer is so long and detailed that it made my ears bleed.

Now, for reasons  not so amusing, I am young to be retired and I find myself able to investigate questions long ignored by myself, and others.  Questions like, what becomes of the beloved characters found in novels that are more real than our relations?  Where are they now and what are they doing?  Why, when given the same information do people I love come to different conclusions?  This is especially disturbing when the answer is obvious (to me) and I respected the person prior to the discussion at hand.

Probably this blog is of little or no interest to anyone at all, perhaps not even me BUT, at least one night a week I find myself awake into the dawn and want some reason to call this time productive, and so since no one comments on my blog anyway, I may as well entertain myself.