After a spell of hard bar hopping a while back, the blog passed out under a coconut tree, and hasn’t shown any signs of life since then.
I tried poking it with a big stick a time or two, but it simply would not wake up.
Now it’s sitting here looking at me with one eye crusted nearly shut, the other bloodshot, and another simply rolling around in idle circles.
I suppose that now it’s awake again, I’ll have to look after it. Since I am not the best tender in the world, I give it no guarantees. Nor do I make it, or anyone else including myself, any promises.
So, for anyone who has done nothing whatsoever except sit around and wonder just what has been happening since the big crash in November, I have this to say:
NONE OF YOUR DANG BUSINESS!!!
Let’s just say that in the past few months, one valuable lesson learned was that with a little effort and a lot of cunning organization, it is entirely possible to live quite comfortably in a Ford Escort station wagon. It ain’t no Astro van, but road trips are still a heck of a lot of fun, and the gas mileage is way better.
Shifting perspectives are always entertaining. Although the blog is groggily awake at this moment, don’t count on it staying that way. Who knows, it could next fall off a big cliff, break a few bones, and lie helpless in a canyon for weeks on end fending off coyotes and rabid bats and sleeping under big piles of snowdrifts, until finally located by a rescue team which was actually searching for a long lost St. Bernard.
Or it could chuck common sense and practicality to the wind which might blow it all the way to the Caribbean and possibly even beyond.
I tried poking it with a big stick a time or two, but it simply would not wake up.
Now it’s sitting here looking at me with one eye crusted nearly shut, the other bloodshot, and another simply rolling around in idle circles.
I suppose that now it’s awake again, I’ll have to look after it. Since I am not the best tender in the world, I give it no guarantees. Nor do I make it, or anyone else including myself, any promises.
So, for anyone who has done nothing whatsoever except sit around and wonder just what has been happening since the big crash in November, I have this to say:
NONE OF YOUR DANG BUSINESS!!!
Let’s just say that in the past few months, one valuable lesson learned was that with a little effort and a lot of cunning organization, it is entirely possible to live quite comfortably in a Ford Escort station wagon. It ain’t no Astro van, but road trips are still a heck of a lot of fun, and the gas mileage is way better.
Shifting perspectives are always entertaining. Although the blog is groggily awake at this moment, don’t count on it staying that way. Who knows, it could next fall off a big cliff, break a few bones, and lie helpless in a canyon for weeks on end fending off coyotes and rabid bats and sleeping under big piles of snowdrifts, until finally located by a rescue team which was actually searching for a long lost St. Bernard.
Or it could chuck common sense and practicality to the wind which might blow it all the way to the Caribbean and possibly even beyond.
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