It seems like only ten months ago when I reached my first 100 posts, and was worried that I was not coming up with new ideas, and wondered if I would ever reach the 200 mark. So, here it is, ten months later, and with the enthusiastic support of some of my readers, I’ve reached the double century mark, and am wondering if I can come up with enough ideas to get to the third. Plus ca change, plus la meme chose. That’s a French phrase, meaning pull your thumb out, quit your whining, and get writing.
This is the third new century I’ve seen arrive. I transitioned from the first half of the 20th century, into the first half of the 21st, and I’m using that fact to pump out the occasional “remember when” post. I realized the other day that I am within a couple of months of my 69th birthday. Damn! 69, that’s almost 70!
When I was younger, birthdays were just numbers. I had a brother-in-law who went berserk when he turned 50, a month before I did. Fifty is the same as thirty. Sixty-five is the same as fifty, just with more aches. But 70 is not the same as dead. I am seeing my mortality a little clearer. Thankfully, I was blessed with good genes. My mother was 92 when she died. My dad had had bronchitis for years and was 85 when he passed on. With good diet, a little exercise, and the wife coddling me as I deserve, I should still be here irritating you for years.
Actually, I started this post when I had published number 180, and realized that I had another twenty tucked away in a Word file. With this one, and at least one more rattling around in my empty head, I know I’ll clear two hundred; it’s just that some of the stats I plan to brag about may be a bit off.
My followers continue to accumulate, although nothing like my more talented and famous fellow-bloggers. They also have passed a century mark. Count is around 140, although, sadly, I believe two have died, and a couple more have disappeared from the blogging scene.
BrainRants survived a year in Afghanistan, and we survived a year on short rations of his wit and wisdom. The world’s most famous commenter, John Erickson, built himself a blog cabin, although for medical reasons, he drifts in and out of regular posting. H E Ellis has received some kind of significant promotion. I think she’s going to end up being the governor of New Hampshire, or maybe Jodi Picoult’s publisher. Too busy to publish regularly herself, she’s still full of great ideas and help for other bloggers.
At the risk of appearing the obsequious cur that I am, I would like to state that there is not a day when I do not acquire, from the blogs I read, some new piece of information or viewpoint, or opinion, or support, emotional or technical….except when I get distracted and don’t read your blogs for a couple of days….or a couple of weeks. My brain finally thaws out, and I try to get caught up, usually causing information overload and a headache. I lie quietly on the couch, and take two bowls of chilli, and soon I feel normal (?) again.
I’ve received six more blog-awards, first one from SightsNBytes, then one from Benzeknees, then four all at once from Benze, that blew down here on a Chinook. I had great fun with the acknowledgement posts. I was going to put all of the logos on my sidebar, but another blogger opined that it just looked messy, and detracted from the importance of the posts themselves. I proudly put up the Rants’ Army badge just to warn potential trolls. I know a guy with a handgun and a tank, and who eats a lot of beans. Mess with me, and, one way or another buddy, you’re in big trouble.
The quality of my writing has improved a bit….right? C’mon guys, work with me on this. I have increased the amount of comedy I post, and have begun publishing book reviews. Okay, two so far, and counting. I have learned how to insert photos, and even videos into my posts. I just bitch and whine until the wife puts her Kobo down, and comes and does it for me. Hey, we all got our strengths. That chilli ain’t gonna make itself.
I assume that you, my readers, are also enjoying the entertainment, amusement and self-improvement. This stringing words and thoughts together can be quite addictive. I’m focussed on number three hundred now. You guys go ahead without me. My right hip is a little stiff and sore today, but I’ll get there!