I promise not to do this every day, but I’m enjoying watching the numbers get bigger. I’m at 1,001,426 Hits and I think I should get a few days to enjoy it.
That’s a lot of hits. It was also a lot of writing and more than 100,000 photographs (but not all of them have been posted). Today, I can tell how much writing I’ve done because my hands hurt. They are screaming “too many hours on a keyboard.” My right shoulder agrees. If you’re wondering why I’m not writing much, that’s why. My hands are suffering from a high level of Repetitive Motion Syndrome. My brain is too, but I have discovered I can’t slap a lidocaine patch on my brain. Or my hands. So, only my shoulder gets the benefits.
I should be popping champagne or something, shouldn’t I? Ought this not be a celebration? I’m pleased, but I supposed I knew that it was coming and finally, it did. I’m grateful to have gotten here, especially since when I started, I never imagined come so far. It was unimaginable. This year — the 2020 year — has taken a lot of the bubbles out of my brain. I think everyone else has lost a few bubbles too.
My birthday was March 11th and Massachusetts went into lockdown on March 12th. Since then, we’ve been home, pretty much all the time. Two dogs died during this period — both of our Scottish Terriers. I lost 10 pounds because I’m so bored with my own cooking. I suspect so is everyone else, but they’re grateful I cook and they don’t usually have to. Owen cooks when he’s home, but Garry merely eats. He eats well. If you can’t be a cook, be a good eater. At least the person making the food gets to enjoy your gusto at meals.
A million views. On Saturday, October 24, 2020. Eleven days before what might be our last free election. We (Garry, me and Owen) all listened to a book of doggerel poetry written and read by John Lithgow. It was surprisingly good. I saw him talking about it on Colbert’s show. It sounded like something we would enjoy.
Trumpty Dumpty Wanted a Crown: Verses for a Despotic Age
By: John Lithgow
Narrated by: John Lithgow
Series: Dumpty Series, Book 2
Length: 1 hour and 17 minutes
Following the success of his New York Times best seller Dumpty, award-winning actor, author, and illustrator John Lithgow presents a brand-new collection of satirical poems chronicling the despotic age of Donald Trump. It’s pretty good and rather clever. I figured we should listen to it before the election, in case the election goes sideways and all I want to do is hide under the bed for the next who knows how many years. It’s also available in print, but this is one that really works as audio because the reader wrote them and he’s a pretty good reader.
I may not be running for anything, but I have a 1,000,550 votes. That’s got to be worth something, right?
For everyone who has read a post and left a comment, thank you. For all of you who read a post and didn’t leave a comment, thank you anyway. I don’t leave comments as often as I should either. It’s just that after a while, you realize that saying “Really great pictures” was getting boring. Now I leave comments when I have something to say. I read a lot more than I comment. I would apologize, but I think most of audience are also lurkers.
I lurk. I am a million view lurker. So when I comment, remember: a million people have read me and their shadows are now reading you. That’s something, right?
Have a great weekend. Stay healthy and may the millions follow you, too.