1001
Yesterday's post to this pathetic Blog was number 1000. I looked in on Google Analytics: 11,611 hits, every state except Rhode Island, New Hampshire, Vermont and West Virginia hit the site. Many foreign countries From Russia to Japan to Malaysia to India to Africa. It would appear I have followers in Ireland, Great Britain, and Brazil who repeat fairly frequently. Most of the traffic is from the U.S. West except I have 200 hits from New York state. Most days it gets between 15 and 30 hits-some days as few as five. Kind of interesting. If I worked it and put in key words I could probably generate more hits through search engines. Maybe I will try that though that is not really the point of the exercise. Mr Cranky Pants generated some email: one saying it was time for an intervention and two supportive ones and one rave on Facebook.
This was a nice Fall day. I layered up and had coffee on the deck entertained by hundreds if not thousands of blackbirds. As the deck is elevated I can often hear the beat of birds wings as they fly. I got in some quality time with Honey playing and Buster joined in although with him it always ends up with humping.
Jason called and we had a good chat. They are in the midst of doing some remodeling and reconfiguring their home. I think they are a little concerned about company and getting their remodeling done. I arrive on the 16th, Rich, Val and Justin will arrive for Thanksgiving, Eve will come for Jason's birthday and Matt wants to come too. I told them not to worry especially about me. I had a fantasy of my kids standing in my house and I wave my hands expansively and say "Someday this will all be yours!" and watching their faces.
A couple of good games on the tube today. Denver will play tomorrow and that will be on ESPN which I don't get. I may be able to get the play by play on the satellite radio. The uniforms will be to my liking that way. The "theater of the mind" like in the golden days of radio. I loved that era. I had a few disappointments like seeing Paul Harvey was a scrawny little guy. When I worked for KVOC in Casper he sent the station an autographed picture. The voice and the picture did not jibe. Not like Pig-boy Limbaugh whose truculent voice and fat behind match the idea of a greedy capitalist almost as if Thomas Nast drew a caricature.
This was a nice Fall day. I layered up and had coffee on the deck entertained by hundreds if not thousands of blackbirds. As the deck is elevated I can often hear the beat of birds wings as they fly. I got in some quality time with Honey playing and Buster joined in although with him it always ends up with humping.
Jason called and we had a good chat. They are in the midst of doing some remodeling and reconfiguring their home. I think they are a little concerned about company and getting their remodeling done. I arrive on the 16th, Rich, Val and Justin will arrive for Thanksgiving, Eve will come for Jason's birthday and Matt wants to come too. I told them not to worry especially about me. I had a fantasy of my kids standing in my house and I wave my hands expansively and say "Someday this will all be yours!" and watching their faces.
A couple of good games on the tube today. Denver will play tomorrow and that will be on ESPN which I don't get. I may be able to get the play by play on the satellite radio. The uniforms will be to my liking that way. The "theater of the mind" like in the golden days of radio. I loved that era. I had a few disappointments like seeing Paul Harvey was a scrawny little guy. When I worked for KVOC in Casper he sent the station an autographed picture. The voice and the picture did not jibe. Not like Pig-boy Limbaugh whose truculent voice and fat behind match the idea of a greedy capitalist almost as if Thomas Nast drew a caricature.
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