Searching For Lady Drummond

 
SEARCHING FOR LADY DRUMMOND

 

It has been a while since I have written a blog, and confess I have forgotten how to do it.  Will lay the blame on the aging process, realize that one of the blog spaces I post to is now 7 years old.  And was reading about the legends and pioneers of blogging and noticed over time, how I needed to get a life, spend less time online, and see if that would improve my quality of life.  In the beginning it seemed the thing to do.  Go online.  Blog.  See what others had to say, and come back another day to do it over and over again.  

 

That sums it up for me.  Blogging has now reached the middle stages of maturity.  Still around and a life-line for many, I have found myself in an outer-space of my own making.  Much like being on The Space Station, which has been renamed and adopted.  Still floating around, but just not the same as when it first went into orbit.  That is me and my relationship to blogging.  Less frequent now.  And again, I confess.  I have forgotten how to do it.

In a new stage of life.  Old enough to know better, but I insist.  Create a list.  Put things on it that if completed might lead to your happiness and efficiency level of being.  So am running around with a chip on my shoulder.  It should have been a puck, as in hockey puck.  But something happened on the way to The Big Dance.  And she says.  "Who gives a *uck?"  Hockey puck.  And I say.  "I do."  Well as you know, with communication the genders often speak a different language and get it wrong when in translation, you omit a letter for brevity’s sake  or because on the internet and blog you get censored for bad language.  

So one thing leads to another.  I say.  "I do."  And she thinks, "Man is getting too serious."  And does what any rational person would do.  She runs away.  So now I have a chip on my shoulder.  Am a little irritated, agitated and shook up.   Lost my appetite when I looked in the dishwasher, which was full of dirty dishes and had not been turned on for an entire month.  On top of that, in over-time of the final game # 7 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, my favorite team lost to the L.A. Kings.  So now its the L.A. Kings against The New York Rangers in the Stanley Cup’s final 7 matches of the hockey season.  "Who cares?"  She said.  And runs off.  Is the start of a common misunderstanding.  Boys and Toys and Sports Teams.  It all gets worse when I said.  "I do."

 

Here I am.  Have forgotten how to do all this.  Write a blog.  Have a meaningful relationship.  Get a life.  All those things are on my list, but first I find myself:  searching for Lady Drummond.  She ran off.  Not sure why, but it happens more often than I would like to admit.  Over the years you would think I would know what to do.  Write a blog.  Then read the comment.  " I don’t get it.  This is really confusing."  



 

And I tend to agree.  Not sure how its possible that my team, The Chicago Blackhawks of the NHL could possibly lose to The L.A. Kings.  But they did.  And it caused a problem.  She ran off and took the dog with her.  Not sure if this really happened.  Blackhawks lose.  But it seems like it.  And I am home alone.  Writing a blog.  Titled. Searching For Lady Drummond.  My blog for today.

Now I am looking for an unbiased opinion.  Am I wrong?  Did it really happen.  Is any of this real.  Does Lady Drummond really exist, or is this a dream.  Did I make it all up.  Been 7 years.  Been hanging on by the teeth.  Fact or Myth.  If you read his blogs you know Stoney Blogger is under-the-influence and should be taken with a grain of salt, when it comes to his dealings with others.  Relationships are not his thing.  Hockey and baseball and NFL football.  Now that’s another thing he professes to know a little about.  In the end he finds himself back online.  




 
More artificial than real, he swallows the truth and commits to finishing what he has started.  Writing a blog.  Searching For Lady Drummond.  " One blog a month."  He tells himself.  "What harm can it possibly do?"  So he does a search online.  Ends up with Diff’rent Strokes:  Season 6, Episode 13.  Drummond’s Lady  (  21 Jan. 1984 ).  Discovers that this story is about an unfavorable first encounter with a lady at the gym.  Makes him think.  Lady Drummond does exist.  But its still a problem.  She has run off.  He doesn’t know where to find her.   

 

So now he is back in the search for Lady Drummond.  Takes him to present day reality.  Finds himself in Montreal, Canada.  On Drummond Street.  Followed all the leads.  Clicked and drank his way to a likely place where she might be.  He followed instruction.  It said.  Click here to Locate Lady Drummond.  What actually happened is this.  He finds himself one block south, at the corner of Drummond rue and De la Gauchetiere Street, which is actually Bell Centre, home of the National Hockey League’s Montreal Canadiens.  

 

And then it hits him hard.  She is not here.  But the Montreal Canadiens are.  And he has to face up to it.  Blackhawks and Canadiens are the big losers here.  2014 and no Stanley Cup for them.  This makes me sad.  Along with the basic truth.  7 long years and I am still searching for Lady Drummond.  End of hockey season and I wonder why, she keeps running away.  While I am standing around in disbelief.  Crying in my beer.  "How is this possible?"  I ask.  When and where and how did all this happen?  Was it something I said.  Women and Relationship.  Men and Sports.  And it goes on and on.  Another bad dream.  Searching For Lady Drummond.  My blog for today.  Not so good.