Okay, folks. We had our three month membership drive, awarded our prize, garnered 20 additional followers (thanks to many in my sweet family), and failed to meet our goal of a hundred followers. Not a total defeat but not a victory either……but it certainly doesn't warrant my publishing this blog seven days a week, 52 weeks per year.
So, hereafter, let's call this the blog a frog on a log blog…I'll just be a big old frog and sit up on that big old log, and as something appetizing comes my way, I'll stick my big ole tongue out, nab it, and offer it up for you to digest as well.
When things are particularly tasty I might feed you seven days in a row, and if not we'll let our field lay fallow… the best crops come from occasionally fallow fields. I suspect we'll be busy when Obama starts his campaign for the illegal folks…that's always been a deal buster for me..if the law is passed and it resembles anything like what came out of the Senate, I believe we will have finally capitulated as a nation in honoring the rule of law. Everything henceforth will simply be politics, with principles buried and gone.
I'm not ready to write the obituary for this blog…as of this morning I've written 856 blog essays in three years. They are available for the public and, who knows, maybe some of those who come along later will choose to sign up so that our following expands and again justifies the seven days a week postings.
But, because I cannot "not write", be assured that there will be enough to satisfy all but those few loyals who opened me up every day to see what I had to say. Most people don't read these every day…and probably shouldn't.
And don't forget me over at "The Good News Journal". When I choose to write about the gentler, kinder things, that is usually where I post it. I currently have nine lonely followers over there so there is plenty of room to pull up a bean bag chair and chew on whatever evolves from day to day or week to week.
To folks like Carole, who opens me up every morning and uses my blog as something of a digest to see how the world is turning, thank you, my dear.
To Ken, whose soul I stir to such an extent that he often writes comments longer than my blog, thank you too. Your comments are always on target and I sometimes find myself going back and re-reading the blog because you have brought a fresh perspective to the subject.
To Craig, and Trevor and Brian, thank you as well for coming in first every day and giving me feedback on what I offered that day. Keep those rifles clean and your shirts packed…you never know when the first shot is fired.
To my brother, John, who reads me every day, and still can't figure out how to register a comment, thanks, bro! I always know you're there because you've always had my back.
Cousin Ralph, you always give me the warm fuzzes, making what I do seem more important than it is. Keep pimping for me cuz…you fire off enough links to my blog and maybe someday I'll be "broadway", all in lights at the top of the marquee.
Wally, you touched my heart recently when you wrote to ask how you can link up to the site so that you wouldn't miss a single day while you were out on vacation! What a stand up guy you are!
To all those silent folks who tune in to me every day, the folks I rarely hear from, thank you as well.
A few months ago someone named Jilly, apparently a reader, but not a regular commenter, was so moved by my blog on "The Death of Testosterone", was so touched in some way she came forward in the comments with Clap…Clap…Clap! When I read it I had chills up my arm because she thought I had touched on some essential truth and voiced her appreciation with one repetitive but effective word.
I can't thank everybody by name, or this would go on forever. Just know that you have all given me far more than I ever gave you. As I've said before, without your taking the time to email me, or to comment, I would just be talking to an empty room.
Instead, I've made new friends, learned to consider an issue from a different perspective, been given specific examples in your own lives of the truths I offered. All of it has been worthwhile.
So, dear readers, this old fat frog is fixin to mosey on out, find myself a nice comfortable log, and wait, just wait to snatch something that passes me by…and I'll be sure and pass it around for everyone to have a chew.
See you again, soon!