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10 Years of Blogging

Today is my 10-year blogging anniversary. That should be a pretty significant milestone, but it doesn’t feel like it. The last 5 years have seen a sharp decline in how much effort I’ve put into this space. I haven’t maintained it well for half of the 10 years The Eagle & Child has existed. In the last two years I posted as much as I did in one month in 2005 (no wonder my wife had issues with my blogging back then).

I don’t want to give up on blogging just yet. But I’m not sure what direction to take it in. I looked back at random months in my archive and I had some fun with it back in the day. These days I start writing something thoughtful and serious and it doesn’t take long for me to lose interest or feel like it’s not worth posting here. I have 128 draft posts of various lengths, 26 of which are from the last year.

I need to find the fun again.

I write a reflection for our church bulletin almost every week. Maybe I should post those here. But that’s not the kind of fun I was thinking of.

At any rate, over the years this blog has made me some new friends and in some respects helped get me where I am today in the church in The Field. It has been an interesting ride, old friend.

Anyway… here’s to 10 years of blogging! And here’s to increased fun and creativity here!

Blogiversary

Nearly forgot that today marks 6 years of the Eagle & Child.  I should have saved yesterday’s post for today, because I don’t have much to say.

We had Madeline’s friend party today. 12 kids running around screaming for 2 hours. (Thankfully we used one of the school’s banquet rooms.) Too much.  I think that marks me as an introvert, doesn’t it?  Or does that kind of crazy affect even the most extroverted of extroverts.

Otherwise, a relaxing day.

Happy blogiversary to me.

Yesterday I purchased an unusual book: A Life in the Bush: Lessons Learned from my Father. I stumbled upon it while browsing the books section at theglobeandmail.com. Every so often I want like to try something different to read. (If I never did that, I wouldn’t have discovered Bill Bryson or P.G. Wodehouse.)  This one is a memoir written by the son of a man who lived most of his life in Ontario’s Algonquin Park. I was planning to read The Culture of Fear, but I may just put everything else aside for now and read it instead.