This Letter's for You

As instructed by Ms. P., I wrote a letter . . .

Dear 50 or so people who read this site and never comment:

Internetty people call you "lurkers." That's the word for the people who come to a site every day (or every other day, or whenever it's convenient) to read and enjoy . . . but not comment. Because bloggers are at heart attention-hounds and basically live for their comments, they can find this irritating. I believe that's why the ominous-sounding name "lurker" was chosen. But I think of myself as less of a blogger and more of a completely random online journaling weirdo. So I think of you as less of a lurker and more of a friend. Like Silent Bob. (Remember him? If you don't, you're either too old or too young. Anyone older or younger than me is too old or too young, because I'm just right.)

BUT ANYWAY.

The fact that you come here AT ALL, much less every day (or every other day, or whenever it's convenient) to read about my dogs, my chickens, my tomatoes, and ME is pretty damn cool. I am well aware of my shortcomings as a writer. I know I use too many parentheses, write too long of sentences, and start sentences with "and," "but," and "because" far too often. I will not win any writing prizes. But in spite of this (SEE? SEE HOW I DO THAT?), there you are, day in and day out, reading this drivel that I spew every. single. day.

I suspect many of you come for my admittedly pathetic photographs of the various animals and plants that populate this property. And perhaps for my awesome alliteration. But whatever your reasons for coming and reading this site--thank you. I love you, man.

Love, hugs, and doggie kisses,

Kristin