Gentle Reader, if you hadn’t heard, Europe’s off, and I don’t want to talk about it. Not an April Fool’s gag; just a quick statement to let you know. That out of the way, we can move on to more important things, like the fact that, out of the corner of my eye on an album cover, I mistook Rod Stewart for Rue McClanahan. Yes – I mistook this person:
for this person:
And then I started thinking ,
as I am apparently no longer going to be blogging about grand European adventures, I need to blog about something I might have stumbled upon something. So naturally, I spent my morning pouring over photos of Rue McClanahan and Rod Stewart, as well as Rod McClanahan and Rue Stewart. Why?
I really haven’t the foggiest idea. Because it seemed improbable, but would make a TERRIFIC conspiracy if they were actually the same person? Because it isn’t the strangest thing I’ve written about on this blog? Because I don’t want to address the spectre of what the hell I’m supposed to do with myself now that the trip I’ve been planning for the last year and a half has fallen through*?
Probably that last one, although I’m pretty sure there’s something to this nonsense. It seems as likely as all the things that have interfered with my dreams and my happiness at the last minute, after all.
Or I could be deluding myself, much as I deluded myself into thinking that the trip was possible, and living abroad indefinitely as a vagabond writer, an itinerant jack-of-all-trades, was going to happen. Yes, I think that might be precisely how deluded one would have to be to imagine that Rue McClanahan and Rod Stewart were the same person, kids†.
*I’m still rather a bit in shock, because I was supposed to fly out on Saturday. I may be a trifle bitter. Still! I am postponing, not writing it off entirely. I’m plucky and determined, and it’s not the first time I’ve had to overcome adversity or deal with setbacks. Indeed, not.
† Just because some of these photos of Rue seem a little disrespectful, here is one of her when she was young and gorgeous.