One person, just one, bumped my stats over 50 yesterday by reading, or at least viewing, 50-some posts. If this anonymous person hadn’t visited, I would have had three hits yesterday. Three.
Now that’s all well and good, very good, in fact. My visitor must have had a lot of time on her/his hands to check out so many posts. Maybe he/she had Friday off? Maybe he/she called in sick?
Again, I guess I should be thankful. But after doing this for so long, it feels sort of odd to have one person visit all those rooms in my blog house, and not even leave a note. The visitor ate all my words and smelled my photos, and didn’t even comment.
And so it goes.
What I’ve found is that complete strangers are more apt to comment on my posts than my family members and friends. So often people tell me they’ve read my blog, but they can’t take a second to let me know when they’ve been here. It’s like sneaking in during the middle of the night while I’m snoring away.
I’d love to get more feedback on my posts and photos, so I’ll ask politely: If you visit, please let me know. Did I say please?