2. I'm still watching the hippo vblog every few hours - it cracks me up!
3. And - I still watch the Evolution of Dance with a silly grin!
No, seriously.....I have been thinking about my blogroll lately and how each 'person' fits into my life, in a small way or a big way.
My blogroll is such a mishmash of people, topics and life. Bit like my life, really - never settling on one thing for very long, concentration skills of a gnat, no manual skills and dubious social skills.
I feel like I have been hunting for something my whole life. Perhaps my blogroll is my personal Holy Grail.
It includes friends I have had for years (cyberkitten, aginoth, mrs aginoth and sleepypete) without whom I wouldn't be the person I am today. And nestled in there is also, believe it or not, my former boss - who I adore! [waves at bobkat] :-)
It includes people I have never met from Hollywood to the Philippines, Birmingham to British Columbia, even Tanzania [waves at eric]
It reflects every aspect of life from the serious to the extremely crazy. From harsh reality to complete fiction. From deep and meaningful to playful and fun.
It is made up of men and women, all religions, all nationalities and all ages.
I have friends I have made through my blogroll - people I now communicate with by email and people I have grown to admire.
It includes people I have grown to love, even though I have never met them.
I know I will probably never meet any of my blogroll in person, although a trip around the world taking everyone in sounds like a good plan!..... but do I have to? Do I have to meet people in the flesh to be touched by their love, their honesty of expression, their deepest thoughts and their senses of humour?
What kicked off this little monologue? Well, I was so scared in Birmingham, not only in a city (hate cities!), but doing a difficult course that I was worried about. And my blogbuddies kept on visiting, even though they knew I was 'out of touch'. They left messages and in doing so, left an indelible mark on my life. When I struggled with my depression last week, there again were the messages of love and strength. And in showing them to my tutor, I saw everyone through his eyes, and I was touched.
And then there were the 'welcome home' messages. I was so glad to be back in my little house, and there were all these messages bringing me love.
Of course, if anyone has been keeping my schedule up to date [grin], they will know that I have a hospital appointment this week to get some worrying 'growths' looked at.
And my regulars will know that I had major surgery ten years ago for a similar problem and this is scaring me half to death that I may have to go through the whole rigmarole again.
BUT - things are different this time. For the first time in my life, I have an amazing band of close friends on whom I know I can rely (including RCA who will be getting me stonking drunk and filling me up with pizza after the appointment - whatever the results!). And I have this new incredible fellowship of bloggers to support me and help me.
I know I have said this before - but thank you.