Ten years ago, as close as never mind — on January o6, 2011 — I started this blog. In that time I’ve published 1,526 posts, received and responded to 4,851 real comments, and deep-sixed at least 3,682 spam comments.
“You’ve hit the ball out the park! Inbiedrcle!”
I’ve written stories, essays, rants, observations, and things that would be columns if they were published in a newspaper. I’ve presented videos, photos, phaces, and excerpts from my latest book.
I’ve written about language, family, death, avocados, sports, language, getting older, techno-weirdness, alligators, food, Christmas, weather, day lilies, nudibranchs, spam comments, spam emails, birds (too many to count), gardening, plagues, Canadian national treasures, travel, stuff, work, humour, and politics and squirrels and other things that make you puke. Not much, you’ll notice, on housecleaning. What’s the advice they give writers?
“Write what you know.”
All right then.
I’ve been serious and flippant; off-the-cuff and deliberate; angry and at peace. Sometimes all at once.
Most of you have been along for most of that ride. I thank you for reading, when you do. I thank you for commenting, when you will. And I’d be happy for you to forward a sample post to anyone you think might enjoy it. It really is the case that the more the merrier.
To conclude with something that is apropos of nothing at all, yet that seems nonetheless to be eminently appropriate, this bit comes from an article on canine cognition. It made me laugh, in a week when I needed that.
“Americans spent nearly $100 billion on their pets in 2019,
maybe half of which was spent on dogs.
The rest was embezzled, then gambled away — by cats.”
– “Evolution of a Friendship” by Jeff MacGregor,
Smithsonian magazine, Dec 2020