Since it’s been nearly two weeks since my last post, you’ve probably all pretty much forgotten what the post was about. But just in case you do remember and just in case you’re curious about whether or not my shameless exploitation of Blue Ridge Blue Collar Man’s hurt toe actually got me into Blog Log…why, I’m happy to report that…yes…yes, it did.
But the thing is, Brian was a little late with Blog Log this week (apparently he was moving last week), so until today, I thought I had embarrassed myself for nothing. In fact, I was just about to publish a post bemoaning my previous post and exposing the egg on my face. It was going to be titled something like The Folly of Following Fickle and Fleeting Fame. (You know how I love alliteration) Here’s an excerpt from my unpublished post:
Yes, it’s true—it seems I humiliated myself and exploited my beloved husband’s injury for naught. It would appear, in fact, since it has been two weeks since the last Blog Log was published, that the Mountain Xpress has decided to discontinue the column. And they apparently made this decision just as I published my post where I all but begged to be in Blog Log again. So it seems, as usual, that my timing is thoroughly and painfully off. Which, of course, is nothing new. I’m always the one who remembers the punchline of a joke long after everyone has walked away; who arrives at the party after all the food is eaten, half the crowd is gone, and the balloons are starting to deflate; and who sends a cheery “Get Well Soon!” card only to find out that the person I sent it to has just passed away.
My, that certainly was a light-hearted little piece, wasn’t it? However, I then went on to say:
But, on the bright side, Blue Ridge Blue Collar Man is still employed! And his completely blackened toe did not wither and fall off! In fact, it no longer looks gangrenous so I can now see it without flinching.
Yep, it’s a good day alright when your toe doesn’t fall off! I mean, I really hate it when that happens. Bummer. Yeah, nothing ruins a good day like losing a digit.
Seriously, we are truly grateful that Blue Ridge Blue Collar Man still has a job. And that his toe didn’t drop off. He even scored some free vegetable plants for our garden last week when there was a closeout at one of the places he does maintenance, along with some herbs that we can’t identify (but they sure smell good). And I found the butterfly bushes I’d been wanting at a price I could afford. Plus, all the perennials I planted last year have come back this spring, except for the purple verbena. All that…and I got on Blog Log, too! Almost too much excitement for one week! Things are definitely looking up.
So thanks, Brian. I hope your move went well. And I sure am glad the Xpress isn’t dropping Blog Log. I enjoy it, even when I’m not on it. But I sure do like it when I am. Makes me ridiculously happy. Quite a thrill to see Blue Ridge Blue Collar Girl in print, even if that isn’t really my name. That would be “Beth.” With a “B.” As in beaming. As in buoyant. As in bountifully blessed.