I was looking at my blog stats this morning and noticed this:
500 posts. I knew I had blathered out over 200,000 words, which is a tremendous number, but somehow 500 is a number that actually sort of sinks in. 500 posts since (essentially) mid-July of last year. I am terrible with math, but I think that is around 14,000 words a month.
When I was at the beach in August, I was looking through the guest book and found my name mentioned several times. Everyone commented on how very, very quiet I am. How I never open my mouth. Well, apparently all it takes to make me express myself is to put a keyboard in front of me. I suspect a pencil would have worked as well.
Who knew I had so much to say…
Maybe it’s time to wrap some direction around it.
Maybe it’s best to keep blathering. I enjoy blathering, except when I make myself cry. No, even then.
The thing that is funny is that I haven’t ever been willing to share anything about myself with anyone, and here I am hanging up my emotional laundry for anyone who wanders by.
It’s good for me, I think.
I don’t know.
What do I know?
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I do know this: happy birthday to my tall dark and handsomest friend Nok.
You aren’t the tallest of anyone I have ever met.
Or the handsomest (but you are pretty dang tall and handsome!)
But definitely the best combination of all three!