It was an ordinary day. Reading a few of the stories I have written for this blog in the past. At times I amaze myself with a few of the stories I had written while other times I wonder why I ever posted a story being it was so terrible. Same goes for the photographs that I have posted with a few of the stories. Some of the photos I took to illustrate a story were professional looking while others looked like they were taken by someone with no photography skills at all. But, after hundreds of stories, I guess I deserve to pat myself on the back for the quality of a few while wondering why some of you never told me how bad a job I did on others. Some topics I have written about seem to draw many comments while other topics are more than likely viewed and quickly forgotten. At times I wonder why this story or that story had comments posted after it, since I felt it wasn't a real good topic to draw comments while a story that surprisingly was about a relatively important topic received no comments at all. I have written a few stories about my family that drew comments, mostly offering sympathy for the story. One such story I wrote about my father told about him having his eye shot out with a BB gun as a child. I go on to tell that I never knew he only had one eye until I was in college. He never wanted anyone to know about his disadvantage and did a fantastic job keeping it undercover until one time I was asked to get something from his dresser drawer and I found this small box in his drawer. I opened it and found what I thought was a marble in it. Happened to be his original artificial eye worn when he was a child. He eventually figured out that I knew about it and only then did he tell me about his disadvantage.
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Hello, I hope you have recovered well from your surgery. Please do an story on the renovation of the old carriage house. Thanks for the great stories.
ReplyDeleteHello again,
ReplyDeleteSorry about the error. It should of said a story.