I am a big mystery reader and watcher of movies, t.v. and now,
currently have a little mystery in my life. No! It is not a new man!
I have someone who has been trying to goad me, parry with me
and sometimes has been outright mean! I have written a murder
mystery of over 500 pages, so I am good at solving and also,
deducing from the facts and clues given!
I have grandchildren who love this book called, “The Mystery of
the Missing Peanuts.” Donald Duck is the detective and answers
his telephone, “Mysteries solved!” The zookeeper is Mickey Mouse
and there are missing peanuts. We, as adults, know the solution
ahead of the game. But it is a fun book going through animals to see
if they can reach the bag of peanuts through a hole in the building.
It includes “setting the trap” where there is a bell and string and
blue paint to mark the feet of the guilty parties. I won’t ruin the fun
unless you ask but I do love the little pranksters who are the ones
who have been stealing the peanuts! Their just rewards are they
have to work off the peanuts by sweeping up peanut shells that
visitors to the zoo leave behind.
I also loved the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle books, now of course
everyone knows the famous character of Sherlock Holmes. I
happened to like the one that PBS had his Watson using the
Internet and Holmes was kind of like a savant with his seeing
the details of situations. I do like Jonny Lee Miller’s quirky
and sometimes bizarre Sherlock Holmes on television with
Lucy Liu as Watson. Mainly, I was blessed with a strange
father who read us the mysteries when we had outgrown
his favorite, A.A. Milne’s “House at Pooh’s Corner.”
I am a fan of Edgar Allen Poe who has a very morbid, dark
approach to his short stories. They are not considered mysteries,
per se, but are very much intriguing. My two favorites are the
most common ones, “A Telltale Heart” and “The Cask of
Amontillado.” I may have referred to Toby Keith’s song which
has him walling in a woman because he is upset with her, but
ends up walling himself in. It is titled, “It’s a Little Too Late.”
It is an interesting video on YouTube but it has been awhile
since I saw it… It definitely is an indication that the lyricist
knew the story that Edgar Allen Poe wrote!
This is the debate at my lunchroom table, several women and
two men. They think that someone who used to be a commenter
on my blog knew me. I think that someone who used to write
oppostional things, sarcastic comments, accused me once through
a thinly veiled parallel story of “lying.” I have been told by the men
“Hey, this would make an interesting story to write!” and one of the
women said, “Why don’t you tell this to your blog?” Getting the angst
out is their thought process.
My thoughts are I have not very often rubbed someone the wrong way
before. I was a little distracted at first when they started subtly jabbing
at me. Then, there were a few parries where I ended up writing a
response… And right before Easter, at the library I am checking my
posts and responses, that was the final stab. I had a hard time putting
it out of my mind over the weekend and then, on Monday I was sadly
consumed with the questions, “Why?” and more importantly, “Who?”
Hopefully, writing this down will relieve my mind and also, you may
have some suggestions about past episodes of these kinds of things.
My Mom went off on the “jealousy” tangent. She talked about a woman
who had liked my Dad and how she had caused a ruckus in her life for
a short while. I did write about that in a blog/post “Jealousy Happens
at Any Age” or some sort of title. I told her the details that were being
thrown around indicated a knowledge of my personal life and I had
End result: I “spammed” him or her! That is all I could figure out to do!
If you know a permanent block system let me know! And don’t worry,
my mind is calm and free of any fears of repercussion. Time with my
beloved mother and all six grandchildren plus my children over the
weekend should have wiped it out. I had some huge hugs from a
couple of friends and that finished it off and wiped away the hurt totally.
A great quote of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,
“For strange effects and extraordinary combinations,
we must go to life itself,
which is always far more daring
than any effort of the imagination!”