I think there's a number somewhere which tells me how many posts I have written since I started this blog in 2010 but I can't remember where that is at the moment. If I had nothing else to do, I'm sure I could find it or, at least, look back through the archives and work it out. But, does it matter? Probably not; they're just trivial random thoughts for the most part and it's irrelevant whether there's a lot of them or just a few.
The blog was more relevant when we were traveling and, since we've retired from that pursuit and are living a more sedentary life, what I have to say is much less interesting. Take today, for example. If we were hurrying to catch a train from Osaka Sation to visit the historic town of Takayama in the Japan Alps, what I have to say might catch the attention of any readers who happen to notice it.
On the other hand, if I am reporting on the weather in Northern Tasmania (cold and wet!), and whether Marilyn will decide to go to her Craft group or stay home and read her book, the expected reaction might well be Ho, hum!
I think it gets to the point that the writing of the blog becomes the purpose in itself. It's not what I say, it's the fact that I'm saying it, no matter how trivial. The fact that there are still people who read it astounds me. Of course, it may not be the same people each day. With the vast number of people around the world browsing Blogger maybe a random half dozen happen to stumble upon jandme each morning, and they're a different half dozen each time.
Makes as much sense as any other scenario, I suppose.
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