Whereas a little over a week ago the 50th-most-recent visitor had
Also, there are now 58 people and a dog named Baron following my blog, up from 42 and no dog a few months back. Of course, this number pales into insignificance when compared with Grumpy Old Ken (who had 1078 followers at last count) and The Pioneer Woman (Ree Drummond) (who must have millions) but I’m okay with that. We few, we happy few, will
Also, I am gratified that our little group gets along so well. No mass murders have occurred yet and no policemen have come knocking at the door in the middle of the night to tell me that you have been arrested for
We do have an occasional defector to what must be greener pastures, but, hey, water seeks its own level. My high-school science teacher, Mr. Noble Steelman, told us so. My vocational agricultural teacher, Mr. Ben Barber, told us that cream rises to the top, but other than providing links to Grumpy Old Ken and The Pioneer Woman (Ree Drummond) I don’t know how to work that fact into this post.
And then there’s you. My peeps. The quiet backbone of all things bright and beautiful. The silent majority. The ones who know it’s better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
I never learned to do that.