OUR NORTHERN (BALTIMORE) ORIOLES ARE BACK
Sitting here at the keyboard tonight I am again asking myself, what am I going to write about? Another weather report post of daily events mixed with some silliness? Maybe talk about our simultaneous medical difficulties that are rattling our little world right now? Future plans? Should I write a post reflecting back on some good old RVing times & include lots of happy links? Maybe catch up on all my fellow RV Bloggers, see how they're doing, add some links & maybe try to help some new Bloggers gain a little extra exposure. Or maybe I should just tell you how I really am feeling about all this blogging stuff at the moment. Alright, maybe I'll just deal with that for now.
First & foremost let me say how much I have enjoyed writing this daily blog over the years. It has given me a meaningful purpose every day. It has creatively allowed me to be me. The blog revived my fading interest in photography years ago & I have spent endless happy hours these past bunch of years scrambling around over hill & dale with the sole purpose of grabbing a few photos for my posts at the end of each day. My blog has filled a void in my life & I must say it has become kind of an obsession. Being an obsessive person to begin with I am not surprised by that. Blogging once or twice a week or whenever I feel like it is not an option for an obsessive mind like mine. I have always (well most always) enjoyed the daily challenge of publicly gathering together my thought processes each day & tossing them out there for others to read. I'm sure people obsessed with doing crossword puzzles & those sorts of mind challenging things every day would understand the obsessive part. Although frustrating & downright maddening at times the good days far outweigh the bad. Hours of each day spent in constructive creative thinking has always seemed like a good thing to me.
My posts run hot & cold, up & down, much like my personality. I am not a flat liner running consistently high or consistently low. I ricochet between the two far ranging personality points & it is because of that my posts are never predictable. I rarely know from one day to the next what I am going to write about. Will I hit on something exciting for someone? Will I be able to make a few folks laugh with some silliness? Will I feel confident enough to mention some accomplishments & then feel guilt the following day having done so. Can I hold someone's interest with a story? Could I be of help to anybody? Will an introspective post shed some light on someone else’s inner problems. Maybe my opinion on something may ring a bell with some folks. Maybe an old memory will bring a smile to someone's face. Or maybe I will write something boring enough to peel paint off the side of a battleship. Why do I worry about things like this? Because that is who I am. One of those people who enjoy writing & has been fortunate enough to have been born with a set of Genes that make me care what people think. I have always felt that is important. None of that 'nothing bothers me' ha ha ha & 'I don't care what anybody thinks' ra-ra-ra stuff. For those of you out here who do write from the heart side of things I know you understand how I feel. You well know the up days & you well know the down days.
I have again been struggling with my blog ever since returning from Arizona this year. In fact I have been struggling with all forms of communication this year. Usually happens every Spring around this time but last year & especially this year the struggle has been tougher. Maybe brought on by some of the medical issues we are experiencing right now, maybe the realization our lives at the moment are making that slow turn from our once robust middle age healthy lifestyle to the reality of our coming Senior years. No, not being negative here. Just simply dealing with the realities of logical thought.
My plan is to keep this blog going for awhile longer but also know that if you do not see a post from me in the near future it does not mean I have stopped blogging. Just means I have not been able to pull my socks up for that particular day. At some point the blog will end of course but I have no idea when that will be. Could be tomorrow or it could be 10 years from now. Just don’t know. I once said in a post a few years ago that I would end the blog at some point if I thought reader interest had dropped. That is why my Sitemeter count near the top of my side bar has always been of prime importance to me. I see it as the sole accurate indicator of how my blog is doing. It counts the number of times my Blogsite has been visited by someone each day. One click at a time. Nothing else. No page views or self added comments. My Sitemeter has remained unaltered since the day I initially put it there way back when I first began blogging in late 06 & it has been my main guide ever since. If that daily number were to begin dropping & reach a predetermined low point I would then know interest in my blog has waned & it is time to bring things to an end. This Sitemeter number does vary from day to day & week to week but overall & surprisingly it has slowly continued to grow each year & that has indicated to me I am managing most days to write something slightly interesting enough to keep a few people coming back & to encourage a few new people to stop by for a look see & say Hello. So with all that said.............I guess I do have a few more posts left in me after all:))
GROANER'S CORNER:(( Standing beside a valiant stallion, a beautiful blonde decides she must ride this animal despite having no previous riding experience. Soon, she finds herself atop the horse's back, galloping through a lush green meadow.
Unsuspecting, the horse suddenly picks up speed and she finds herself euphoric over the freedom she is experiencing.
Once again, the magnificent animal picks up speed except this time her inexperience gets the better of her. She finds herself barely able to hang on.
The startled horse is now in a dead run and the beautiful blonde finds herself hanging off to one side of the horse, her head just inches from the ground... catastrophe seconds away.
She begins to frantically scream for help when all of a sudden.........
Frank, the Wal-Mart door man, calmly walks up and unplugs the ride.
- Tourists see the world, travelers experience it.
- Home is where your pet is:))
- "If having a soul means being able to feel
love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals
are better off than a lot of humans."
- The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails -William Arthur Ward
- The only thing better than right now will someday be the memories of right now...AL.
- It is not so much having nothing to do as it is not having the interest to do something....AL.