You may have noticed a flurry of blogging here on Lake Superior Spirit lately. (You haven’t? You thought it was just ordinary blogging?)
I am here bright & early before work on a Monday morning to tell you–it’s been a flurry.
Flurry, flurry, blogging flurry.
You are now appropriately wondering why.
Please peek on the right hand side of this blog and scroll down to “How many people paused and read”.
Yes, you have reached the appropriate spot.
You do see that it’s approaching 200,000 don’t you?
For a number-counting fool like me this is a big deal. (It shouldn’t be a big deal and when I am mature and fully spiritually realized–like next week–it won’t be any more. But in the meantime, I am still foolishly counting numbers. Sigh. Please do not follow my example on your own blog.)
Do you remember, dear long-time reader, when this blog hit 100,000 and we celebrated with a PARTY?
It was February 28, 2011. I invited you all to tea–or was that wine?–at our Little House in the Big Woods. Blog Party! You’re all invited! We had a FABULOUS time, didn’t we? We chitted and chatted and commented and sipped and then people started bringing food and pretty soon we were swapping tales and our house was SO crowded, but then some folks started washing dishes–Sybil was that you and Amy-Lynn or am I just imagining it?–and people were still dropping by days later sniffing into their teacups that they’d missed the party, even though (as we all know) virtual blog parties can virtually continue for months.
Ahhh, 100,000 hits. Seems like yesterday.
And now it’s going to be 200,000 hits by Friday at the latest if you don’t all boycott the blog. (Knowing you guys you’ll check EXTRA to see how the tally progresses this week, won’t you?)
I must break the news to you, though. Stiff upper lips, please.
No virtual blog party this time.
One reason I am trying to get the blogging excitement out of the way before next week is–some of you know this–Barry is scheduled for his first knee replacement. I may not be blogging as much. May be waiting at the hospital at his beck & call insuring that no nurses miss his vein when inserting the IV. (Yah, right…darn nurse missed MY vein prior to the gall bladder surgery. It hurt as badly as the gall bladder recovery. Well, for the short-term, anyway.)
Barry sighed a long-suffering sigh when I said this and mildly suggested: “Kathy, this might be a perfect time to blog MORE, especially if you’re sitting around with nothing to do.”
More, Barry? How much more can this blogging fool blog?
I remember when my first WordPress blog (the year-long outdoor commitment Opening the door, walking outside) reached 12,000 hits. You would have thought it was THE event of a lifetime! My dad and I whooped and hollered and carried on like there was no tomorrow. 12,000!
I lowered my voice and dramatically told him, “Dad, people can blog for a lifetime and NEVER get 12,000 hits. I mean an average everyday unknown blogger sometimes gets ten hits a day, if they’re lucky.”
My dad nodded seriously and we whooped and hollered some more while my mom looked on askance at these two crazy people and swore she was not related to them (although she has been known to view her golfing score with as much seriousness….although, OK, she would never whoop and holler.)
So let’s get the magic number out of the way before next week’s knee surgery, yes, and then I am going to finally spiritually mature and not care two hoots about numbers and statistics–EVER again.
When and if 300,000 ever arrives you will not hear a peep.
Because numbers–as everyone knows–don’t matter.
As in the above photo. Who cares if two boys were sleeping or one boy or three boys? It’s all irrelevant.
It’s the heart that matters.
One should always blog for one’s heart. Readership or numbers are secondary. That’s what all the mature ones say. (And I shall soon join their numbers next week! Finally!)
All joking aside, I want to thank all you readers from the bottom of this blogging heart for your support, for pausing by the shores of Lake Superior Spirit. I love that you come back and skip stones with me. I love that we look at rocks together and we share bits and pieces of our wild & precious lives.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Arms wide open in gratitude…