Thursday, July 19, 2012

Hi India!

A long, long time ago I wrote this post about being addicted to checking my blog stats on Blogger and seeing how many followers I have and how many page views, etc., etc.  I was addicted to the stats.  I've come pretty far since then.  I don't check my stats as often (seriously, not nearly as often) and I don't dwell on them or let them effect me the way they used to effect me.  My emotional temperature does not rise and fall at the addition or loss of a beloved follower.  I think I've come to a place in my blogging were I'm comfortable knowing that even though there are people reading my blog that know me (hi you guys!), I'm going to write what I need to write.  I'm never ashamed of anything I share and I don't bash people here or write anything here that I would not say to that same person.

So when I read a blogger (that I know in real life) write about a fellow christian (seriously, they go to the same church and share an abundance of fb friends.  of course, the blogger has blocked me from her fb because I have called her out on some of the things she has written, but the fellow christian is a fb friend of mine.) and just BASH her and her vocation and make judgments regarding her faith because of some images she posts on fb.  And then, she is surprised and crushed and crying (and, hopefully ashamed) when this blog gets back to the person she wrote about.  Then she tweets, "I want to trash my computer and pretend the internet doesn't exist."  No, just stop being mean on your blog.  We can SEE YOU.

I digress.  What does this have to do with India.  Today I took a peek at my blog stats and saw that dozens and dozens of people (or it could be just one person clicking over and over again) have been viewing this post.  This is a little haiku I wrote while visiting my parent and listening to them argue.  Just 17 little syllables reminding me of this visit.  I know I will not hear my parents argue again.  My mom is starting to show symptoms of dementia and pretty much goes along with whatever my father says.  This is good and bad.  I kind of miss my mom's spunk.  Anyway, this is one of the perks of blogging.  These posts hold my memories.  But I don't have any idea what the couple hundred people in India are getting out of it.

I'm glad to have them stop by.  मेरे ब्लॉग में आपका स्वागत है। I खुशी है तुम यहाँ हो रहा हूँ।

438.  Busy day and it's flying by
439.  Looking forward to visiting a friend tonight
440.  Cantaloupe for dinner


  1. I've got this cluster map all the way at the bottom of the page of my
    blog that shows where people come from.  It's always amazing to see how
    many people from other countries come by.  Today we have had visits from
    Malaysia, India, France and Belgium. 

  2. you never know what draws them is pretty cool that it is getting attention...and enough to pull ou back there...and perhaps that is why...smiles.

  3. Wow, that's cool to know you have readers for far away.  The power of cyberspace!  Congrats to you!

  4. Well, it is an excellent haiku!

  5. you miss your mom's punk. That really got to me. I think I've been repressing the pain I feel to see my mom the way she is now. I remember the woman she used to be not so long ago. Those were good times.


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