Hello, everyone! Ohmygoodness, it’s been QUITE a weekend. I am completely undone.
One of my worst traits (this is time for Confession) is an absolute obsession with WordPress hits and comments at times. I apologize for this in advance. (Darn it, can’t we all be perfect? My ideal goal in life is to Not Care. To be ego-less and blase and not even look at stats.)
Alas. It’s not even in the cards–yet. Perhaps next week. I’m working on it.
I became obsessed with stats when lots & lots of people decided to check out my Facebook letter of May 21st. The WordPress Front Page “Freshly Pressed” decided to feature it all weekend…and that’s when I kinda lost interest in everything else in life. Obsessed, I tell ya. It’s so challenging. As one of my commenters so kindly pointed out when discussing on-line obsessions, “Get a life!”
The Facebook blog hit the front page of WordPress. Good & dandy! And then over 11,800 visitors stopped by to agree, disagree or turn away in some sort of speechlessness thinking who-knows-what.
But here’s what happened since hitting the front page of WordPress: I became totally addicted to Ms. Computer. Stared at the stats chart every hour (I am lying to you–it was more than once an hour. You don’t want to know how often) to discover how many people were stopping by. And it was zinging skyward at times to 300-400 hits an hour!! Ohmygoodness!! Craziness, dear readers. Craziness.
I called my parents. Talked with both kids. Barry, thank the lucky stars, seems to care about this as much (or me) than me. He keeps murmuring (like an ideal husband): “I love your blog, Kathy. I love your blog.” Of course, this is because he’s a newspaper editor and writes his own column every week. He looks at this blog as an equal to his column. (Note to self: Kathy, do tell your husband you love his column every week. C’mon! See if you can be equal to this!)
As for responding to comments individually when 171 people have voiced their opinions: no can do. Something in the brain shuts down. It refuses to cooperate. The hypnotized stat-staring crazy lady remains riveted before the computer, but she cannot Respond. Don’t ask why. It’s one of those Mysteries.
I figure it’s not important for me to say anything more anyway–it’s simply a forum to discuss our common ambivalent feelings…
But you regular readers have missed out on so much during this mute weekend! You guys simply wouldn’t believe what happened. First of all, a little chipmunk decided to pull each and every one of our peas from the garden earth. Not even eat them! Just pull them up, maybe nibble, and leave them lying stranded and uprooted above the soil. What kind of craziness is this? Worse than any Facebook craziness, I can tell you!
Second…are you ready to hear some more of our foolishness? Because I was so obsessed with the computer, Barry kept luring me out of the house. “Let’s go out to eat!” he insisted. Three times. I kid you not.
The first time we went to Houghton. Friday night. To get our weekly organic vegetables. To shop. Yes, it was (mostly) appropriate.
The next morning he looked around the house and asked, “Where is my coffee cup?”
I, of course, was staring at the computer and could not respond. He then said in a spiritedly way, “Of course, it must be in the car!”
He looked in the driveway and then slowly walked toward the computer.
“Kathy, where is our car?” he asked resignedly. (With resign because we have exhibited this behavior before…)
His car was not in the driveway. That’s when it hit us. I had picked him up in town on Friday when we drove to Houghton–and we had driven home without picking up his car from work.
And then he said, “How ’bout we have breakfast in town?”
So off we drove for our second meal out at a restaurant. I cannot even bear to tell you about Meal #3 on Saturday night. You could ask Faithful Blog Reader and Commenter, Cindy Lou. She might tell the gory details.
I shall simply end this blog by saying it was a Wild Weekend. Someone came along and put a noose around my neck and tied me to the computer. What can I say? It was worth it…but it’s probably time to go back outside and enjoy Nature for a while. Maybe clean the house. Meditate.
Thanks a billion to all the readers who stopped by since Friday and also to all those who left a comment. Sounds like most of us have some reservations about Facebook, don’t we? Hopefully we all can turn it around in a way that honors our deepest promptings.