BUT FIRST I AM ELSEWHERE…
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If you’ve been around The Spectacled Bean for a while you may remember that last year about this time I decided to change how often I’d post to this blog.
At the time I had nothing written ahead and I was staring at a blank screen. [History is repeating itself today, btw.] It seemed like an opportunity to ditch my weekly posting schedule and try something new.
Because why not?
Thus I decided to change my modus operandi and post once every two weeks, usually on Tuesday, during spring and summer. To become a fortnightly blog— and isn’t that a grandiose way to describe something so simple!
To my amazement this relaxed schedule was an excellent idea during the warmer days of the year. Muse was onto something good. All my happiness chemicals kicked in to make me, well– happy.
I wrote my usual posts, just less frequently; I continued to share the comment love elsewhere; and then I goofed off. I was productive enough, connected as usual, but more carefree than during the colder months when I’m stuck inside.
So I’m going to do the same thing this year. If something works, stick with it.
I appreciate everyone who takes the time to read and comment here because y’all make blogging fun. I wouldn’t have lasted this long in blogland if it weren’t for all my gentle readers + kind lurkers + wordy commenters. You’re the best of all the rest.
And with that sincere compliment I shall go forth, doing less while pursuing my Word of the Year: ENJOY!
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AND FINALLY THREE READER COMMENTS…
About being the weird one in the neighborhood:
“If I’m being totally honest I am pretty sure that I would fit the description of the wackiest neighbor. I say that because I’m the one that my neighbors laugh and wave at while I’m running down the road chasing my donkey, or taking a walk and have my son, three cats (of the 6) cats strolling behind me, my two dogs wiggling around my legs, and possibly a stray duck, chicken, or even a goose following as well.”
“There was a time, long ago, when I kept rotten uncooked eggs and threw them from my balcony onto the car when the driver hooted … if there’s one thing I cannot stand, it’s hooting. He was a hooter of note.”
“When I got to the door, my neighbor, a very kind woman said ‘I don’t know if you’re okay with this, but your kids are playing on the roof.’ My kids were 5 and 3. They had popped the screen out of a bedroom window and as I could hear them just fine, I thought they were in the room. But nope. They had climbed onto the front porch roof, used that to climb onto the garage roof, and then onto the roof of our second story home. When I got them back in the house and asked them what they were doing I was told they were playing flood.”