My father-in-law used to love spreading out a newspaper on the card table and watching the ballgame while exploring and fixing the family clock, or toaster, or many other things.
He loved to figure out how things worked.
On the other side of this was a friend who was an English major from U of I who once asked me how I learned things?
I don’t know how most things work, including me!
My body is a mystery, often even to the doctors who are treating it.
And my mind? Oh my gosh, I simply fill it up and things spill out of it.
I used to wish I knew how things worked, but now I am pretty much reconciled to just being glad when they do.
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