Mine is Big

Apparently it is so — mine is big ; a few of you are impressed enough to mention it. I speak of my blogroll, and unfortunately (for my dear one) not that other thing.

I didn't realize that is was getting so large (the blogroll, I mean), but I suppose it is. I think everybody is on it (still speaking of the blogroll), except for a few of the more recent (ahem) connections that I have made. It's my fault; I'm too loyal. If someone comments on my blog, I feel obliged to comment on theirs. If this goes back and forth a few times, a relationship is born, and a new link appears on my blogroll. (Sometimes it takes a long while between template updates, however.) Once someone has made the roll, I find myself loathe to terminate him or her, even Norma whose recent spate of conservative fulminations are driving me to distraction. It's not so much that I begrudge her convictions, but the lady posts many times per day and can only infrequently seem to omit either liberal (always mentioned in a disparaging voice) or conservative (always mentioned in a laudatory tone).

Now, there's a digression. Sorry Norma, but really now.

Dale opines that I must be able to get to all of these blogs because I am retired. Likely, he's right. But I can skim quickly if necessary, and I frequently don't pause to comment. Some posts are very difficult to comment on. How could I possibly add to -epm's post of yesterday? And what about Lynn; I'm not in the same intellectual league and don't know what he's talking about half the time. I don't know when I last commented on Mel's blog. It's not that I don't want to, but I haven't been able to think of much. After all you can only say, "You go girl," so many times before you begin to look like a total twit.

I don't go out looking for new blogs anymore, you know. There was a time when I did that. It wasn't all that long ago that my only visitors were Cuppa and Butterfly, so I would snoop around, hit next blog, or check out people who commented on the one or two blogs that I knew to read. Every now and then, I still do that but not often anymore as I seem to be busy enough tending to my already big thing.

But newcomers drop by from to time to time, and I do the polite Canadian thing, and I return the courtesy, and new relationships are forged; Colleen, Bonita, and Duprée are all newcomers, for example. I'm pretty glad that happens and more than happy embrace you — as it were.

So, yes, it's getting pretty big. But size doesn't matter. Do you hear that ... dear?