To Be, Or Not To Be...
The post that definitely was, but then disappeared.
The post that I wrote, and that was amazing, truly brilliant, would have had you nodding sagely at times, misty-eyed at others, and enlightened in the end.
You know that post? That post that you would have posted if only the blog monster hadn't eaten it? The kind of post that keeps you posting, that inspires postage in others, that ranks among the posts hall of fame, the post that other posts hold up as The God of all posts for worship, admiration, and envy. Lots and lots of envy. The kind of post that you never read here.
Oh the post, what a post it was. It never dithered. It was witty. It used peppery language that had us all cracking those half-smiles that we feel foolish for flashing at our computer screens. It was sweet, not sentimental, but with an edge.
Now it's gone, and you'll just have to take my word for its luminescence. It was a post like no other, but now it's floating around the void, unclaimed and unloved, like a lost sock that will live a hauntingly useless life behind the dryer, never to warm toes again.
Now you'll never know the stellar weekend I've had, or the nefarious characters Season and I met on the sidewalk while waiting for the light to turn green, or Gabriel's death defying tale of wonder and how he got that funny bruise shaped like Czechoslovakia. How will you sleep at night never knowing where that mysterious itch came from, or how I came to celebrate "National Crown Roast of Pork Day " on an ordinary Friday just like any other, or whether I am likely to find a dozen pith helmets in time (in time for what?!?!).
Worst of all...you'll never get to hear the story about the guavas.
Yup. It's rough. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes right now. There's been an awful lot of exceedingly interesting things happening around here, and now you'll never know...but you can always guess.