Just Checking In

Hey There Faithful Readers

I don’t say it often enough, or maybe I never say it, but I just want you to know that I take a look at my “stats” every day to see how many people I’ve managed to draw into my little corner of the world. These stats are very interesting to me because they show me what is most popular with you and what is not.

When I came back to this blog a few months ago, after ignoring it all summer, it was a mess. A real hodgepodge of hodgepodgery. I was going to call it a day, but instead decided to see what I could make of this thing. I wanted to introduce ads but there was an impediment. My site was filled with political noise, some of it, if not most of it, reflecting how I feel about a certain prominent politician. Until I took down all that stuff, no ads. It took me four days, working off and on, to do what was asked of me. Immediately, I liked my site better with all that stuff gone and I am glad for the ads. They add colour and vibrancy to my pages and I have been out shopping for a Corvette.

So this is just me checking in to say thank your for your interest. I would invite you over for pie but I have no pie and being a professional hermit, I would rather you didn’t come over. But if I was normal and had pie …

Sometime in the past week, my little counter registered that I have had 100,000 views of my stuff. Wow! That’s an amazing number. Just somewhat smaller than the size of the crowd I expect at my future funeral, whenever that might be. I’ll let you know.

I hope what I write brings a smile to your face now and then. We all need to smile. What is our alternative?

I’m done with crying.

(Except for my cat. I’m still mourning that guy.)

Jim

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.