“This is Gosh-Awful” blubbered Bent, and in his Edmonton Chablis no less in the wee moments of this blog, the ideas slowly coalescing into one jumbled mass of ideas falling out of the author’s imagination at or around 6 am on this fine spring morning in the north of Denmark! It was on a day such as this one, when I was much younger than today, when Love found me, somewhere in another place and time, when I least expected it!
Bent, Wally and Armand silently sipped their drinks while the unknown author of this rag continued on, as if they hadn’t been present at all. “Ahem” said Armand in a discrete way, hoping that the blog could continue, while Bent in his misery, hoped that his pivotal role in this story, would cement his chances for another year if the benevolence of the Penguin Gods allowed it to be so!
“This is Gosh-Awful” blubbered Bent, as he sipped his Edmonton Chablis in yet another retelling of life and love on the Kenai Peninsula, somewhere in one man’s dream called Alaska. Forget those B&Bs and the flights over the glaciers, because this story won’t be costing you more than the effort of leaning back in your armchair, and wondering how in the world you will ever afford seeing any number of the places that this blog purports to be telling about?
Bent, Wally and Armand were spending time in their Home away from Home, ostensibly in the town of Homer Alaska, but Real Alaskans might not consider the ideas presented as resembling what they know for a fact as the Real Alaska?
B. came in and sat down at the table with the rest of the gang, while this particular blog was stalled along the side of the road, with the hood up and smoke coming from the motor. Wally suggested firing an armor-piercing round into the number one cylinder, while the rest of the gang discussed what the original intent of the blog had been and hoped that it still could be saved before the 800-word mark reared its ugly head over the horizon!
“What is he babbling about today?” asked B. as the others had just about given up on the idea of the blog as a whole, and went about their usual business of discussing poetry and the weather, like any thinking and breathing Alaskan would be doing right now! “Ah. Don’t mind him” said Armand as he sipped his Chablis. “He’s just crying the blues again about how much it costs to travel to Alaska, and wondering why his wife was not born an Alaskan, instead of a Dane!”
“Sorry about the delay fellows” I hastened to say, “Let’s get back on the Sterling Highway, before the whole thing has to be trashed, OK?”
Armand had just pounded the gravel to initiate the beginning of the monthly meeting of the Homer Poetry Club, when Bent replied, “Hey! This is not the story that he started out with! I demand my day in the sun, even though technically it is still night in Alaska, with 10 Time Zones between it and Denmark!
Wally reached over towards Bent and B. saying “That should have read-gavel, but what with some people’s kids ideas of comic-relief, most subtleties would have been lost on the general readership, if you catch my drift?”
“The others gave him a high-five, while Wally opened yet another bottle of Edmonton Chablis, with Armand saying, “What about that Canadian that has crept her way into the last number of blogs? Shouldn’t we raise our glasses and toast the young woman?” They were just about to do so, when he remarked, “Poor Woman. Just trying to get by in life, when some fellow comes along and bombards her with comments, as if she had nothing else to do than read that type of thing and smile!”
“Look you” said Wally, who was trying to save the last shred of dignity in this blog, but was failing miserably. “We’ve been danged patient with you in this blog, and I for one would put you up for a day or two, if that is, you ever made it over here and all, but I still think….
“What do you mean, put him up?” asked Armand, who just couldn’t imagine just anyone intruding on his home and castle, especially someone who only wanted to talk about himself and his crazy ideas for the next blog.
“I only meant” said Wally again, “That if you feel B&Bs are a tad on the expensive side for your cheap-tastes, then we might be able to help you out when you visit us here in Alaska!”
“Well, I don’t know about that” I said, kicking the Tundra Dust outside in the cold, as the lights of this particular blog began to dim and fade. The others continued to drink and talk about the latest poem by Ms Raw Earth Ink, while I just wondered what happened to the original intent of this blog, and would it really show up again in the future?
-the door to the bar opened up, and voices called out-
“Hey You. Better get your sorry-butt inside here again, before we need to send out the Homer Sled Dog Rescue Team to find you! If they really exist in your imagination, that is?”
-door closes once again, as the cold wraps around itself and freezes this blog to a close……
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