Now You Know

I’ve been a blogger since last June. I went through my posts the other day looking for something and I was surprised at the time and number of logs. I could see the growth of my friends list and interaction. It was fun to look back through it and remember when and where I picked my virtual circle up.
I’ve come to respect and value many of the friends I’ve made here. Like the touch world, blog world has many kinds of friends and I’ve learned to appreciate them for what they are. I blog regularly with a couple members of my own family and have learned to see them as part of blogland. I try not to violate blog etiquette in their space. I have one dear friend whom I’ve known and respected since college. He blogs so seldom, that our blog relationship is still based on profession and history. We still even email each other. I love you man!
Then there are others- you know who you are- whom I read daily and comment regularly and miss greatly if there is a lull in the blog contact. Some who went silent for a time without warning, I actually worried about and prayed for. There are people I hold in favorites because they are so inundated that I hate to even invite them. I just fly by frequently and read and comment and get tickled when they answer. One of these has referred to me as her favorite lurker. I smile when I think about it because she has an exceptional blog. You guys are the reason I’m here.
I got an invite today from a person who has a site that rejects any outside comment, though the visitor can view the site, the blog and the comments of others. I’ve had some people on my friends list who restricted comments to a few friends while allowing comments from others while everyone could see it all. It seems as effective as those TV shows where the speaker asks for your opinion and then gives you a website you can’t access without giving your personal information. –Sheez who do they think I am? I’m sure this style of blogging has its purpose, but if I ever feel threatened in blogland, I probably won’t go there. I certainly won’t ask others to join my party from the street side. If I don’t want you in my house, I won’t ask you to the party.
I’ll probably put said person in my favorites as I usually do for a few days. The blog is somewhat interesting and after watching it, maybe I’ll feel like it’s a good add, but I must admit for me, that’s a bad first impression as was the “I’m God and what I say goes in blogland” approach the blogs took. Of course! We all manage our own site.
I got another invite from a person who has 2 blogs since 2005. The 2 blogs were long, topical, and pasted in from reference manuals. I’ve read enough of those. I didn’t add that one to favorites. I had that one in my favorites for a month or so in a previous life and it was the same then. It made me ask “Why did this person want me as a friend? Again?” If I sound arrogant, forgive me. I’m not saying the blogger doesn’t have a right to that interest or that cause, but a few minutes with my site will reveal what I’m about. If you’re new, try reading a blog or two and see if you can value me as a friend.
I do hope my friends will stay around and if you’re a visitor, I’m not really a crabby person, per se.
I write from my heart, my wierd sense of humor and my rabbit chasing mind. I write because I like to write and because I like to communicate with others. The poetry I post is my own unless I say differently. The pictures I post are my own unless I give credit. I don’t cut and paste and I seldom YouTube. No problem with others who do.
I’m old enough to know better than to undress for the camera for many reasons, and I have no interest in posting a provocative cut of someone else’s body on the internet. My father taught me that bad language was a stupid substitute for effective communication skills. I grew up accepting that and after a brief interlude of stupidity, I rejoined the camp. I’ve learned to let other people be what they will as long as I can stand it.
Most of my friends are artsy types who write, paint, photograph etc. When I stated this, my 21 year old said “Imagine that.” in her dry humorous way. I paint, make ceramic stuff, play keyboard, make jewelry and other things I dream up. I design and construct everything from furniture to waterfalls. I love swimming, hiking, reading and playing with my grand kids. I’m devoted to my husband. I’m mesmerized by fire and nature. I hunt with a camera. I am a teacher with several gigabytes of memory.
Now you know.