How could I have been so self-absorbed to forget? This blogging gig has gone on for six years.
“My how you’ve grown. Looking forward to first grade this fall?” Adult comments, most kids hated.
Starting new posts felt a lot like the first day of first grade. “Attention everyone, when I read your name, stand up, tell a little bit about yourself–hobbies, what you did on summer vacation.”
Reflections? Changes? There are a few worth mentioning.
There have been fewer lengthy posts. That’s probably a good thing.
Times and tastes change. I don’t desire to touch complicated political or social issues. There are enough people doing that already. Rational discourse replaced by incoherent screaming altogether too often. The “Boy Who Cried Wolf” fairy tale came to mind.
Screams of delight were an obligatory part of being six years old. Acceptable blog birthday gifts? No gifts, but a cake with one chocolate, and one vanilla layer, with chocolate icing would be nice. Other suggestions: Pony rides. A birthday party with all my blogging friends. Funny clowns, streamers, noisemakers–those afraid of clowns, look away.
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