until I see what I say?
~ E. M. Forster

That’s what I’m wondering today—it is Wondering Wednesday, after all—as I’m casting about for a specific topic.  Basically, I’m wondering what I’m going to write.  (This is a regular phenomenon since I took up blogging.)

It’s not that there is not a lot about which to wonder.  Surely, there is something I think and about which I would want to communicate amongst all the mysteries at hand.  Look at the state of our politics here in the United States, for example.  Now, there’s something—a lot of somethings—to provoke wonder.  But we don’t have a day of the week whose name begins with the letter ‘R,’ so you are all spared a regular Rant Day.  I have promised myself the blog will be positive—mostly—so, you know, politics. . .off limits.

I wonder about the future.  Do I need to figure out what’s next in my life, or will the Mayans solve that problem for me?

I wonder if I’m ever going to write another play, or have I inadvertently retired?  (Or, is it a moot point—see Mayans.)

I wonder what I should do next in renovating my house.  Is it time for a kitchen makeover?  Wouldn’t we like to have a bathtub?  And does that mean the entire bathroom needs a makeover?  What comes first in the rest of the house—the carpet or the windows?  Will I ever have furniture?

I wonder who bought the house next door and if they will be good neighbors.

I wonder why the coots haven’t yet returned from Capistrano—or wherever they go in the summer.

I wonder if anything, anything at all, will persuade the squirrels not to hang like bats, head downward, clinging to the coquina and if I will ever get used to an upside-down furry tree rat hanging head high over my front door.

Lastly, I wonder which of these and many other questions will be addressed in next week’s Wondering Wednesday post.

‘Cause this one’s done.