No, not the creepy tv show starring Kevin Bacon (although I know people who know people who are cousins with him twice removed).
I’m talking about the abundance of emails I get advising me that someone with a “blog” of some sort is following me. Even on days when my stats show not one view on my site. Even in the month I took off from blogging to attend to my mother’s death, AND my stats showed almost no activity. No views and no reads.
And there’s something else fishy about these new followers — they are either posting one or two posts with only links selling weird things from foreign countries or, when I click on their blog site, nothing appears.
I admit that I have been cycling downward for a while. Up, down, up, down, and occasionally, there is middle ground. When I’m in an upswing, I tend to get a lot done, or at least I start a lot of projects. Like three-quarter sleeves, however, I never quite make it all the way down to the wrist before the energy dissipates. When I’m on a downward trajectory, there isn’t much I can do but hunker down and ride it out. Because this is what I know — everything is fluid. Happiness, sadness, come and go like tides.
You don’t fight the beast nor do you give in to it. You meet it. And know it is impermanent. There is an African saying: “However long the night, there will be another dawn.”
For all of my fellow dog bloggers, here’s a challenge for this month, inspired by one of my favorite dog sites, http://www.dogshaming.com (sorry, since I am not “techy”, I can’t get the “add a link” thingy to work in that cool way the rest of you can – pffft!):
Please post a photo (or two or three) and tag it “Dog Of Shame” (so we can find each other) of your dog’s worst crime against, say, your new love seat or roll of toilet paper or shoes. Even if you have the perfect pooch, perhaps that pooch has a past and evidence of that past will qualify you to join the challenge.
In this case, nobody wins or loses anything, but we can have some fun. And while you’re at it, have a look at Dog Shaming (especially on Fridays when they post adoptable dogs).
And let me know when you’ve posted. It will be so nice to know I’m not alone.
This collage is a combination of elements of my own landscapes, vintage photographs restored and hand colored, and “drawings” created in Photoshop when I was learning paths. The bunny in the boy’s hand is a transformed photograph of a vintage bunny given to me by my great aunt after I was born (gasp) 57 years ago.
Because I have my usual holiday bronchitis and am too tired to type, I’ll post another of my early photo collages that I’m sure must have some deep psychological link to my love of a little dog that ate a pillowcase and chewed another hole in our quilt last night.
Happy Thanksgiving All! To those having duck, well, sorry.