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I began blogging late in March 2008.  My original intent was to post a new entry every single day.  I’ve not quite made it, but today’s Number 3985 isn’t far off the mark.  I haven’t counted the actual days so I’m not sure how many I’ve missed.  And, truth to tell, I’m no longer sure why.   Maybe sickness — mine or Nyel’s.  For sure the week we were off on a cruise with my old high school friends.  It probably bothered me at the time but I seem to have survived.

Though blogs had been around since 1994, the idea was new to me (and to most people) when I began.  Even so, by 2008 blogging had evolved from a sort of personal diary that people shared online to a new way to communicate information.  I saw it as an opportunity to convey information about this little corner of the world and, most especially, about Oysterville.  Oh, and of course shameless advertising about my books!

For me, of course, Oysterville includes my family (past and present) as well as all of the events and stories and slices of life (past and present) that have come to my attention during my long life.  All things Oysterville… or at least almost all.  “Oysterville Daybook” is meant to be part journal, part commentary, part advertisement and as interesting as I can make it.  Except when I can’t.

At first, I posted each day’s entry on my website, www.sydneyofoystrville.com.  Soon, in order to become more visible, I began to post the Daybook on Facebook, as well.  That has been fabulous — lots of feedback and great clarity as to favorite topics.  Chickens win hands down!

But my facebook blog posts have led to a bit of confusion, too — especially if I am on a rant about something-or-other.  Yesterday, for instance, I was sounding off a bit about the dangers of parking at the Oysterville post office and suggesting that speed bumps on the other side of Davis Hill might help slow things down.

In good FaceBook modus operandi, I received several responses to that blog that suggested how I might solve the problem.  Sorry.  While I’d love to see the problem taken care of, I do not in any way see myself as the one to do anything about it.  My role is to observe, inform, report, and perhaps to lament or castigate or criticize — sort of in an editorial sense.  If a problem needs “fixing,” my fondest hope would be to inspire someone to do just that.

Concerning those speed bumps, though…  I haven’t much hope.

 

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