I just recently got a notification that I hit my 7-year blogiversary here on WordPress. Now that milestone is a little misleading as it didn’t become a “regular” posting blog until August of 2016 when I found the WP daily prompt. So, it is more like a 4-year blogiversary.
But there was another milestone I passed recently and that is that my number of posts crossed the 2,000 point. In fact, I am almost 100 past that point. My goal of getting a view from Greenland has still not happened. And my next goal to pass is the number of followers … I am in the 900’s now and look forward to that 1000 mark.
The blog is essential for me to “stay sane” as I often write out my feelings in one form or another. But that is not to say it is all doom and gloom. There are good days and I do fairly well with a little bit of fiction writing too. By far though the best part of blogging has been meeting some great people and wonderful writers and photographers. The blogging community is unlike any other. We support each other and truly care. I have made definite friends here.
My blog is a day behind, so I need to go read, read, read. I thank each and every one of you who are reading for the first time to the 2,000th time. My readers make this a lot more fun! (((HUGS))) to you all!
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #2 (FDDA) – blog
He stood at the bar, handsome and with an undeniable confidence that was intoxicating me from across the room. I had to meet him even if I had no chance. I had to say hello or forever regret my decision.
I stood up and took my drink walking towards the bar. Soon we made eye contact. I came to within a couple of steps away and I tripped over the bottom of someone’s coat that had slid off their seat. I tripped right into his arms. I guess you could say that was the day I fell for my husband.
The pergola was covered with climbing roses and the air smelled so sweet. He walked over to where she lay in the hot sun and said, “Why don’t you come onto the shaded patio now. You know you burn so easily.”
She rolled over and sat up saying, “I suppose I have cooked enough on both sides.”
He softly touched her shoulder and said, “It may already be too late. You look a little pink babe.”
Year after year she strived for the perfect tan. Now as she sat in the waiting room of oncology, she regretted it all.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pergola