Two and a half years ago I decided to have a bit of fun, at the same time as trying something new.
That was the birth of this website, www.retiringinstyle.net - and along
with it, the Daily Blog. It would be, I determined, my on-line diary, recording those heady days of retirement. No early morning wake-up calls, no late nights at interminable meetings. If life were really to be my oyster, then the Daily Blog would be the shell
in which it grew. Or am I getting my oysters mixed up with my pearls. Of wisdom or otherwise.
Of course, any website worth its salt has to have more than one page.
So I introduced a Cook Book page (not intended for anyone who can lay claim to be a serious cook.) Plus a Book Page as a Reading record. There had to be a page dedicated to my grandchildren. The original title was The Magnificent Seven, which soon became the
Extraordinary Eight and then, just a couple of months ago, with the birth of twins Tala and Lilia - the Truly Tremendous Ten. I reproduced old articles on family life which I wrote when our Foursome were littl'uns as The Way We Were. I even developed a Jaqui's
Jigsaw page, for goodness sake.
But it was the Blog that really mattered. "It's utter drivel," a friend once said, "but it's very entertaining drivel..."
B accuses me of filling my life with so many varied activities for the sheer purpose of accessing a continuous supply of material for the Daily Blog. He possibly isn't too far from the truth. The Friday morning Choir, the cribbage sessions, the Birdy Group,
the meetings of the U3A and Questers' outings, even the trips to town on the bus. Such rich pickings.
When I run out of ideas, well, I ask Young Faris to write the blog, he of the prodigious talent. "I love
it when Faris writes the Blog," people tell me, quite seriously, "He has so many opinions!" Indeed, indeed. The Blog writes itself when Faris takes over. Can you imagine what it will be like when he is older, say two years old or so?
Occasionally the Blog adopts a more serious note. Life has its sadnesses and I can't write funny stuff when my heart is sore. I've written about several wonderful people who have brightened my life but have died, trying to reflect
on their lives. I even wrote an obituary for Max, "Prince of Cats", which was much appreciated by the Baldwin Family.
In the early days, I was obsessed with checking the hits on each page. Every morning I
noted down the day's numbers for the News and Views, for the Book Page, for the Blog. I think I kept that up for the best part of a year; every so often, when I'm turning out a drawer or cupboard, I come across another sheaf of papers, each one a list of numbers,
witness to my obsession. I have weaned myself off this habit, now relying only on the weekly figures the web company sends me.
I celebrated the 100,000 mark, then 200,000, then 250,000. Yesterday, to my amazement,
I realised I was just 1000 short of half a million. I went to bed, thinking that in the morning I would invite my family and friends to help me reach my latest target. When I woke up, it was to find that 2000 hits overnight had taken me well over my
half a million.
So, half a million Thank Yous to all of you who read the Random Ramblings of this Jolly Girl. I know that my youngest readers are in their early teens while the oldest are in their eighties
and nineties. I am rather proud of that. I'll never go viral, I fear, because, I suspect, I am not controversial enough. But that's fine by me.
Never fear, I am not going anywhere. I am having far too much
fun. The Daily Blog will continue as I aim for The Magic Million.
In the immortal words of Del Boy: "This time next year (or the year after?) I could be a Millionaire!