Initially there were few comments and most of those who did back then have moved on. I have not forgotten them though. I wrote a post decrying why there weren't older people writing blogs, and Lord Sedgwick stepped up to the crease and suggested some people. I started to read them. They commented on my posts in return and then I consider my blog took off. I've, nay we, met the people Lord Sedgwick suggested and like them heaps. That is Copperwitch, Annie O'Dyne and Pants, along with Lord Sedgwick. Gosh, it was stressful though. R and I met them together for a nice lunch and concluded Copperwitch is lovely and lacks artifice, Annie O'Dyne crazy and so full of life and given we have accepted the hospitality of Pants, I can't say anything negative about her, not that there is anything negative to say. She is a fun conversationalist and a good host. One of my readers is a friend who I knew pre blog times. Take a bow Wombat.
So many people have come and gone in my blog. I am quite silly because I actually become fond of people who I get to know via my my blog and when they disappear, I feel quite sad to lose the connection. I especially remember the American Daisy and someone who I used to name as LiD, but there are others too, such as Craig in Ayrshire. But of course I do understand how people begin blogs and then give them up. There have been times I have been tempted to conclude mine. I suppose I have dropped a few people over the years too, most likely because I did not feel a connection. I can only remember a few.
I went further and we met Victor from Sydney, who was exactly as I expected, that is a very nice gay man and no doubt we will meet again.
I met Dina, who was lovely, even if the situation felt surreal.
Some of you long time readers may remember that if I wasn't working Thursday, I would catch the train to Murrumbeena where Sister then lived and R went on Thursdays to look after Little Jo as a baby and then a toddler. Jayne and her son came along to the park where we used to take Little Jo one evening and met us. Another Jayne so generously sent me a cd of music. There were so many people over the years who I could have met but did not, for whatever reason. There are people I would still like to meet. Some of the easiest people to meet, I haven't as yet. I am actually quite shy, especially when meeting for the first time.
And then a wider world opened to me with people in foreign countries. It was just too hard to meet Peter in Amsterdam given how organised out time was during our Euro cruise. We were one hour in Brussels and I kind of wish I asked Gattina to meet us at the station but she too was busy with her life.
But it is not all about me when meeting people. R is dragged into my blog life, and it is about him too when we are both meeting people. Fortunately meeting Jane and Lance in Budapest and Marie in London went down a treat with him and what a wonderful time they showed us.
It is quite odd really to publish my diary online and there are many things that you don't know about me. If I sound like I live a magical and fulfilling life, I don't. The alarm going off at 4.30am some days and at times finishing work at 3am is not fun. I work fairly long hours in a quite a stressful job. If I sound like I have lots of money, I don't. It is all relative of course but we live fairly modest lives, with only an occasional show, dinner out maybe once a week friends and or family catch ups. Yes, we spend money on our home, but we spend a lot of lives and time here. Five or six nights a week, R cooks our evening meal.
So, ten years later, nearly 6,000 posts and nearly 1,000,000 hits, I am still here and for better or worse, my blog is part of my life. I thank you all for your wonderful blogs and for our interactions.