That’s a lot of posts. Today I crossed a blogging Rubicon. There are so many posts I don’t remember half of them. I rummage through them, hoping to find gold. Sometimes, I do. I figure if I don’t remember what I wrote, probably neither do you.
It’s funny, really. Yesterday, the prompt asked how long I’d been blogging daily. Personally, it’s just about two years, not counting when I was hospitalized and couldn’t do anything, not even breathe. Then there was the memorable vacation at the Cape Cod house of horrible where the WiFi didn’t work.
However, I should point out that even when I was too ill to personally pen posts (love those P words), Garry and Rich jumped in and filled the gap, so there have been daily posts — at least one, and usually more — for a long time.
And of course, the result is 3,000 posts.
The other result — which I attribute in part to my persistent prolific productivity (say that fast, three times without tripping over your tongue), another piece added to my fascinating and ongoing saga of encounters with Death. And maybe writing stuff that people enjoy reading. Oh, and a few nice pictures, too.
The last couple of month have been the two best months ever, but views are starting to drop as the holiday season gets underway. Of course. Life intrudes on blog-reading-time. It’s been a good year for Serendipity. I’d have to be a total ingrate to fail to say thank you to all of you.
You’ve been here. Reading, encouraging, connecting. You’ve been supportive through some of my most terrible times. You have been more supportive than my family and in a weird way, you have become family.
Thank you. You make life fun and encourage me to soldier on!
As for today’s prompt, it is not stupid. Or silly. It is merely boring, a repetition of a theme which wasn’t interesting the first time around and has not improved with frequent iterations.
I would never strand anyone on an island. If you were stuck on one, if I was able to send you something, I’d send a helicopter to bring you back. Unless, of course, you were “stranded” on Nantucket or Martha’s Vineyard. Those are two very classy islands and getting stranded is just fine. I’d suggest a cozy cottage somewhere on the road between Vineyard Haven and Edgartown.
Postscript: If one were to get stuck on one of the aforementioned islands, the thing he/she/they are most likely to run out of, is money. So a handful of credit cards with high limits and low-interest would probably be appreciated, I’m sure. And cash is accepted everywhere.