Oh, I missed my fifth blogaversary. I meant to publish this a while ago. Here goes.
Wow, I did get updated again at Pandora archive by the State Library October last year. I consider this such an honour and while I would like to write marvellous posts full of well expressed, grammatically correct writing on fascinating and newsworthy subjects and become worthy of an honour, that was not why I was chosen, obviously.
(Highriser now puffs himself up, full of self importance)
I like to think my blog captures some time, a period in the history, of the rise and rise of highrise living (the good and the bad. Note to self, must write a bit about the bad), about St Kilda Road and some of the inner burbs, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia and the world. As in life where I know a little bit about a lot, so is my blog.
How long will I continue to post? Maybe one day I will run out of steam. But stuffs just keep on happening, personal and public, and history is being made daily. Things that both I and you write about today, may well be examined in minute detail in the future.
I considered very carefully when agreeing to have my blog archived, only because of less than flattering references to some family members and I know that no matter how much I might clean up my past blog posts, the original is archived. I had no intention of any of them reading such things, they were rants. Probably the ones I was most critical of were the ones I feel closest to. I am more circumspect now.
I take much joy from people I have come to know through my blog. I am sad when some drift off for various reasons. If you are listed on my side bar, believe me, I read all you write, even if I don't comment, and what a disparate collection of blog mates I have gathered.
So Little Jo, if Sister is now telling you what is in my will and there is a url there too, do click on the Family tag and have a look. I don't know how you will turn out, as lovely as you are now, but no one has ever received more love than you.