I treasure the my blog mates and the relationships I have formed with them. I just won't wear that they are not proper relationships. They are to me. I feel pain when they disappear. I feel pain when a prospective blog mate is not really interested in me and what I write but just seems to comment once to build a list of blog contacts. That is not how it works for me. It is a mutual connection.
All I need to know is that you are reading what I write. Skim reading is fine. Roll your eyes heavenward and think, boring, that is fine. This post not to your tastes? Fine. Just whack in the occasional comment. You will be my friend.
A while ago I wondered about how many people do actually read or at least tune into my blog occasionally. Many would be from search terms, but some would be regular readers who never comment. Can't recall when, but I added a stat counter which gives simple numbers. I don't know if those who read via an rss feed are included. I suspect not. It is my second stat counter. I lost the first.
Let me check on the number now. 42, 416. Seems a lot but somewhat meaningless.
Recently I woke one morning to find that the previous night I had written down a random line of numbers. Must have been an evening preceding a day off, nudge nudge wink wink. I wrote the numbers in a single unspaced line.
After the cold hard light of day had its effect on me, I deciphered what I wrote.
35,935 blog hits at 11.34pm on the 17th of March.
Once I worked it out, I did another couple.
36,128 10.36pm 18th March.
37,427 10.39pm 23rd March.
Let me use the calculator machine.
Between half past eleven on the night of 17th of March and twenty to eleven on the night of 23rd of March, 5 days, there were nearly 1500 hits. That is 300 a day. Extraordinary.