I readily admit many things befuddle me in this world, but most I can figure out if I have a few minutes to spare. However, a few things continue to vex me. For example, I still can’t figure out the purpose of gnats. I’m sure God has a reason for them, and it’s probably something vitally important to the ecosystem. But, plenty of other insects exist to feed the birds, reptiles, and other animals. Gnats, I’m convinced, exist purely to torment those of us below the Gnat Line. If you don’t know what that is, you live North of the Fall Line around Macon, GA. Count yourself lucky you don’t have these hellacious critters to torture you in the summer, fall . . . heck, with our mild winters, all year round. Eyes, ears, noses, and any unprotected body cavity are fair game for these pests. I’m skeptical gnats have a purpose on this Earth other than to drive those of us living in the deep South crazy.
I have yet to understand why my children think I have the sense God gave a gnat. They’ll take what other adults say as God’s gospel truth, but Mama can’t possibly know what she’s talking about. That’s okay. I’ve only had umpteen years of schooling, but, hey, what do I know?
It makes no sense to me why the powers that be named the airplane waiting areas in an airport terminals. I’m not a rocket scientist, but it seems common sense that you don’t designate and connote the last point before departure in a flying metal tube with a term that means death, the end, no more.
And, man, do I wish I had been the one to come up with the idea to bottle and sell the water running through that backyard stream. I could be a gimillionaire by now!