I don’t know how to start this post. Should I simply announce that the
first of my previously-stated goals has been accomplished, and
subsequently shower in those hoorays, welcome backs, and tearful
we-missed-yous I will undoubtedly receive? Or should I simply jump back
into my regulary scheduled blogging as if I made no departure at all?
Would that be the proverbial pink elephant that everyone must ignore?
Obviously a rhetorical question, since I am writing this post this
way–and self-revealing, since I apparently chose the first option over
the second. I suppose that means I should now sit back and bathe in the
glorious ego-stoking accolades sure to come.
HOWEVER, a thought has just occured to me! Perhaps now, since I have
expressed my egocentric expectations, and undoubtedly offended my dear
readers, I have erased all possibility of ever receiving such acclaim!
The question now becomes should I erase all that I have written, and
proceed to my regulary scheduled blogging, as I should have done in the
first place? Wherefore, thou curséd pink elephant! A veritable parade of
“technicolor psychaderms”! All this thinking is really too much for
I used to like Dumbo. Whatever happened to Disney anyway? The cheesey
but endearing animated movies have given way to cheesy but annoying
live-action movies, like High School Musical. Not that I’ve actually
even SEEN High School Musical, but I’ve seen trailers and I’ve seen the
merchandising. I’ve seen enough.
I haven’t seen enough of Fall though. If I could have my way, fall
would just give way to spring, not winter. Winter sucks. Seriously.
It sucks. I should know. We went up to New Hamphire yesterday, all
the way into the White Mountians., to ride the last dinner train of the
season. We got there early enough to see the local tourists spots: the
Basin, the former Old Man of the Mountian, silly little Boise Rock. It
was beautiful, even past peak, but it was flippin’ cold! And in the
bottom of the valley beneath the scars of the Old Man’s collaspe, a
light flurry of icy snow pellets began to fall upon my head. Snow makes
my heart shrivel up and die. The five course meal on the wonderful
train was a welcome respite!
Oh the food was fantabulous! A wonderful culinary experience! Wine,
bread, appetizers, salad, sorbet, chicken and beef, and creamy chocolate
mousse! It was a delightful evening.
No pink elephants tromping around, there. Would the same could be said
of my mind…Anybody got a peanut?