I cannot figure this out. How, in the world, have I NOT written a blog post yet with a title like “Figuring it out”?
I have figured this out. There are way more than 594 interesting things in this world to write about, here.
I cannot figure this out. Why, in the world, would our hotel in Edinburgh have a toilet seat of this particular shape?
My boyfriend Michael, via Skype last night, tried to figure this out, like so: Speculations about the anatomy of the locals.
I have figured this out. There are a lot of truly interesting shapes to see, in this world of ours (even if square-assed Scots* are not one of them).
I cannot figure this out. Why has our hotel in Edinburgh set such a low data-transfer limit for internet users?
I have figured this out. If you clearly and politely state your needs to somebody who can help you, you will most likely reach a solution. Even though there are inconveniences to using my laptop here — including (1) very slow photo loading, (2) interruptions in Skype and other applications, and (3) needing to use a new username/password every time I exceed the data-transfer limit — I do have unlimited access to the internet here. In other words, the hotel staff will give me as many accounts as I need, every time I ask for them. Therefore, if I practice (1) patience and (2) letting go of expectations, I can show you as many photos as I like AND I can Skype with Michael in Boston every day (even if there are delays along the way).
I cannot figure this out. What would possess a human being to spend so much time, energy, and creativity to become this convincing a statue?
I have figured this out. It must pay, well enough, because there are a lot of them here, at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.
I cannot figure this out. Why is it that whenever I encounter a new situation, one thought is, “I’m afraid I will NOT figure this out!”?
I have figured this out (even if I have trouble holding on to it): I will.
Thanks to the staff at our lovely hotel in Edinburgh, to people everywhere who use toilets (no matter what the shape of their behinds), to humans who move in all sorts of mysterious ways, and to you — of course! — for figuring things out well enough to join me here, today.
* See Reader Rod’s great comment, below, regarding my lack of logic here.