If you’re like me, you’ve been asking today’s title question — “What’s the reason?” — a lot lately.
In addition to our shared reasons for asking “What’s the reason?” as we look around us, I’ve got my own personal reason to ask that question.
For the past 11 days, reasonable Ann Koplow has been unreasonably running fevers, and teams of reasonable doctors have not been able to discover the reason.
These doctors have ruled out the scary reasons, which was very reasonable of them, but I remain unreasonably perturbed at the unreasonable duration of these fevers.
Why can’t I reason with these fevers and make them go away? If I could, this is how I would attempt to reason with them:
Me: Hey, Fevers! No offense, but could you please get the (*(#@!!?? out of my body? Nobody invited you! Scram! Don’t you know that I’ve got a kashmilliion things to do over the next three months?
Hmmmmm. Who’s sounding more reasonable there?
One thing I’ve noticed in my 63 years alive on this reasonable and unreasonable earth — if human beings cannot come up with a reason for something, we keep trying, even if the reasons become unreasonable.
Is that a reasonable paragraph, directly above? Do you think I had reason to write it?
What’s the reason I took these photos yesterday?
What’s the reason I took that photo? It’s from the office of my wonderful friend, Carol.
What’s the reason I took that photo? I’ve been drinking lots of tea AND I think we should all be proud of who we are.
What’s the reason I took that photo? It features our ubiquitous cat Oscar AND some scripts my son Aaron has been writing for his cable-access sketch comedy show.
What’s the reason I took that photo? We were at a Mexican Restaurant last night on Bellis Circle in Cambridge, which is coincidentally home to two of the most reasonable and wonderful people I’ve ever met.
What’s the reason I took that photo? I reasonably asked my son Aaron and my boyfriend Michael last night if I could AND THEY BOTH SAID YES, for some reason. Reasonable Michael unreasonably doesn’t like me to take pictures of him. If he finds out I put that picture in today’s blog, I’m going to tell him the reason was that I was running fevers.
What’s the reason I like to include music in my blog posts?
What’s the reason for you to comment on this post? I reasonably hope you’ve got a reason to do so.
What’s the reason I blog every day? To connect with you, my wonderfully reasonable readers.