Not long ago I was thinking:
You could look at Afghanistan, South Africa, Brazil, Canada, Britain, Poland, Russia, Japan, Italy or Libya, but you wouldn’t find it.
Nor would it turn up if looking at Antarctica, Spain, Portugal, Morocco, Madagascar, Norway, or Canada’s British Columbia, Manitoba, Ontario, Nova Scotia, Nunavit or Yukon.
You could also scan a blog or two, but A Canadian in Norway, Gimcrack Hospital, Bombay Duck, casa az, click clack gorilla, couch trip, fail blog, fracas, Jul’s blog, mausi, nothing for ungood, romi, and Urf will not turn it up.
(That list is by far not all that I look at. Sorry if your blog isn’t on it.)
Isn’t it always so? If you go looking you might find it, or you may not. That’s OK. An important point is to always try to sort through it any way you can.
You might think: This post has no photo! That’s not it.
Look at this random, gratuitous snap of a Hamburg zamboni:
Hmmm. What can I go on about to string this along for a bit? How about a story? OK.
In a land far, far away, a boy and a girl flit, moonwalking, through a thick wood to Granny’s. But Granny wasn’t around. Why not? Was Granny off hoarding wood? Cooking lunch? Baking tarts and saying to all and sundry:
Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog?
Who knows? Nobody could find any of Granny’s clothing, not a hair at all. It was kind of amazing how this old lady had simply slid from our grasp.
I should add that Grandpa was away, too, but Grandpa had long ago found a way to slink away from Granny without you knowing.
Granny was hiding as it turns out, but soon found that hiding was no fun at all. So taking up what things to carry, off back through a thick, dark bog trod Granny until Grandpa was soon not far.
Now, I would throw you a hint, but that would ruin a good run. It’s not that I’m trying hard to trick you, or throw you off a trail, it’s just that saying what it is without having it go on for a bit would not add to what is just fun.
OK, just a tiny bit of fun.
Writing this is actually so difficult, it’s making my cranium throb. It’s also starting to look and sound ridiculous! I should finish this and go work on a post that is actually worth taking a look at, so I think I’ll stop. It’s also 470 words long now, and I simply can’t – or don’t want to – go on.
And so, softly as I say goodnight, I slip aloft, rising toward what, I know not.
Now you can say what you think is missing. Or not. It’s up to you.