A dear friend has gone missing for over three days, perhaps four, and it's looking like she may have succumbed to the weather.... Meanwhile, eighteen dead in less than a week in the toasty state of Arizona. And now Snoogs is missing, but what's on my mind? The updates must go on, that's what.
Let's recap. First the flashing lights, where I thought my world was crashing (though admittedly it was only a verbal "take down"); then the proverbial falling down onto our faces in New Orleans (though no one was hurt); and now this: an actual problem. Although again: it's not me who is in physical pain. I keep wanting to type something like, "Well, it could be worse"; but that's already been covered in the update about the pearl of the Mississippi. So pursuing that angle of this development would be redundant, and probably result in jinxing me further. Therefore, I will avoid "looking for the silver lining" at this time if you please.
Anyway, we went to see Bonepony last night.... And I know what you're thinking: "You're cold, Herbie. You are in effect dancing on your poor cat's grave, dancing while she pants her last breaths, dancing and carrying on and working on your web presence when you should be out there calling her name and affixing "Lost Snooglers" posters to telephone poles and contacting shelters and stuff."
Spare me.
We saw some folks at the amphitheatre that we knew too, my sweetie's coworker and ex-coworker. The ex just happened to be in mourning over her younger brother's recent death. He died a month prior to this festival.
I guess it just keeps on getting better and better. If you can't dance, well, I mean if you don't have any rhythm... I guess what I'm trying to say is that if your arms go one way, but your legs sometimes go the other way.... "Um, hey look: there goes the rhythm train, but you're not on it..." Well, perhaps what I'm trying to say is having two left feet sometimes isn't discouragement enough to keep ones from... erm... OMG, if I could just spit this one out!
OK, so we saw the ghosts of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers last night.
Oh, forget it.
So anyway, back to my point. Which is: if you can't dance, don't.
I sure hope to add a "She came back!" update soon. It's been like half a week. She's been gone longer than this before.
It's hot and she's wearing her fur coat and I'm worried