When I first started this blog I didn’t really have a goal.
I just wanted somewhere to post things as an outlet that wasn’t found
by doom scrolling on social media. Far away from the madding crowd,
so to speak; a space where words can breathe.
An outpost or last bastion of word assembly without defecting to Substack.
I didn’t want to monetize it and it was to be an unadulterated indulgence.
The nearest someone can get to plonking themselves in an armchair
opposite to me really… and I don’t even charge an entrance fee.
My virtual benevolence knows no limits 🙂
Now I am into the groove with this, I’ve set myself an absolute goal
of getting to 100 posts.
Why 100?
It’s a round number. Humans like round numbers.
That’s a good a reason as any.
I prefer the number 7 ’cause I like to zig when others zag,
but it wouldn’t seem right to exit stage left at post 97.
“What happened to Dean?“
“He stopped when he got to post 97. A bit weird.“
“There should be a law against that sort of thing“
“We should get in touch with him and tell him to write 3 more“
“If he gets to 100 posts it will help calm down my OCD“
“I know what you mean. Use the contact form on his blog and tell him 97 is unfinished business“
I have no doubt I will get there because once I have something
in my head nothing really stops me.
And I’m already 40% of the way there so once this goes live I’m
only 59 posts away from 100.
We’re still months rather than weeks away from it, but get
there we will, so I’ll still be speaking to you in 2026.
I haven’t quite decided just yet what I will do when I reach
the summit of 100 posts. I might just take a break from the blog
and come back later like Frank Sinatra or I may buy a nice hat,
a small boat and sail off into the sunset…
A paddleboard wouldn’t be quite the same, would it?
Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…
The sun will shimmer as it reflects off the water and the
world will still keep turning like it always does.
All good things come to an end – often without any
real fanfare. That kind of thing is reserved for Americans 😉
When that time comes, I’ll leave the blog online as a repository of sorts.
None of that really matters right now because the good news
is we’re not even half way yet. *crowd roars*
Why talk about the end of the party when it’s not even half
way through the night and people are still turning up with
donation bottles.
One guest in the kitchen already looks like she’s three sheets
to the wind. That’s what drinking Prosecco through a straw
does to you.
I can see a couple coming up the driveway as I type.
*ding dong*
Told ya.
Grab your favourite tipple, munch away on the snacks
and put another record on the player before the needle
goes down.
Consider this an interlude before we get to the good bits.
^^ That always cracks me up. Imagine coming off a plane doing that. It’s
the guy behind him looking equally ridiculous that takes it to the next level ^^
Post 41. 59 to go. Thanks for sticking around…
Summer whizzes by quickly, it’s hard to believe it’s Autumn already.
It doesn’t seem so long ago that our days were like this, enjoying warm
air blowing onto us as we melted our way into temporary insanity…
Now it’s more like this, although I’m not complaining as I’ve always
liked Autumn. I think it’s the most romantic season of the year, and
a bit of wind can be refreshing as long as it’s not the Pepto Bismol
inspired variety…
Wherever this blogging journey goes next, I like to think there’s
a tune always playing quietly in the background… even when you
can’t quite hear it.
Let’s play this one out on an upbeat note with
‘You Get What You Give’ by the New Radicals…