Of course I would have the nightmare evening with no time for blogging the day after I forgot to post, for the first time this year. (There’ve been other days I missed, but they had excuses.) I’ll try to get back to normal from Friday. I think I just have to sleep, now.
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The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.
A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 9,000 times in 2010. That’s about 22 full 747s.
In 2010, there were 109 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 352 posts. There were 9 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 13mb. That’s about a picture per month.
The busiest day of the year was November 23rd with 370 views. The most popular post that day was Distracted, undistracted.
Where did they come from?
The top referring sites in 2010 were ravelry.com, en.wordpress.com, craftstylish.com, boardgamegeek.com, and crochet.craftgossip.com.
Some visitors came searching, mostly for crochet stitches, wimbledon park, spool knitting, knitting spool, and irish crochet.
Attractions in 2010
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
Distracted, undistracted July 2010
Multiple Layer Crochet Flower Petals March 2008
NatCroMo 2010 Mystery Pattern February 2010
NatCroMo Freeform CAL ‘Pattern’ 2008 March 2008
(Inter) NatCroMo Freeform CAL/Game 2009 March 2009
I finished some more repairs last night (sewing ones), but they’re not really good enough to show off, I don’t think. I keep meaning to do a post on pad refurbishment, because it might actually be useful to somebody (there’s lots and lots of online info on how to make new cloth menstrual pads from scratch, but not so much on changing them after the fact), although it’s one of those things where if I can work this out then probably anybody can!
I have a few almost-finished books to add to the list, and several there still to write about. I might finish some of the reading over Shabbat, so there’ll be more on those to come.
Let’s see, it’s the 27th of August now, so I’m looking good to finish up the month having fulfilled the NaBloPoMo requirements for posting every day. I don’t realistically think I can even try to commit to that for September, October or November, certainly, (rather expecting first the Jewish festivals and then some major life changes to get in the wayalter my priorities) although I will try to keep posting regularly. (I might just stick with some of the more interesting posts, though…) I’ll try not to just disappear (again) anyhow!
Hm, to add to the randomness that is this post, I’m evidently confusing Zemanta with all the different topics. Shall I just see can I show you some of the variety of pictures it’s offering me? Apparently not easily. (It seems it won’t let me drag the pictures where I want them on Opera, and thus it just wants to do one, right at the top, where I don’t want it.) Anyhow, there are a few of cloth pads, several related to Shabbat and its different services, as well as a few completely random ones I can’t work out at all.
Anyway, whatever you’re planning on doing for it, have a great weekend!
Apparently the temperature has decreased, very slightly, from the craziness it reached on Thursday and Friday, and should properly start to go down come the middle of this week. I’m still too hot. As is my computer. This is not good for my peace of mind, either. I should just focus on the good/progress news I got this morning, and stop letting my imagination go into overdrive, like it has been doing.
Day 11 of the Omer
Which is what it is, so far, seeing as I won’t be getting my loan Perkins machine for a couple of weeks to actually produce proper braille. Knowing myself, however, I wanted to get started learning straight away (which I did yesterday, as when I put things off it’s hard to get them going), and the point here is really for me to be able to sight-read braille, so I can check that what comes out of the embosser is correct.
Anyway, don’t bother struggling to work out what this says, as it’s just an assortment of words and phrases using letters A-T (I’m on lesson 2). If you’ve followed a touch-typing course you’ll know the kind of thing. (If you are a fluent braille sight-reader and can quickly tell me have I made any obvious mistakes I’d really appreciate it, however.) I’m using graph paper to try to get the spacing consistent, and I think it does look better than the first exercise, that I did on scraps of paper.
This book has a good introduction explaining what it provides, including an overview of the changing styles of children’s clothing. The illustrations are beautifully reproduced, and were obviously of a very high standard in the first place.
Momma D was quite pleased she’d finally got them all to the lake. Alex wasn’t convinced they could keep pretending to Baby D that this was all just a seaside holiday, but she wouldn’t make trouble by refusing to dress up for a snapshot. She might think twice about working her techno-magic on the pic so it didn’t look quite so dank and dark, but if they all got through this together then maybe…“If that’s what you want, then of course I will.” She was doing it again! How many times did one have to ask that silly girl not to read one’s mind uninvited?
“Sorry. I’ll try to remember.” Alex squatted down so Baby could hop onto her back. “Come on Babe, I’ll teach you to swim.”
“Momma, Momma, can I? Can I?” Baby climbed further up Alex in his excitement.
“Hey, Babe, no hair pulling, okay? What have I told you?”
“ ‘The-number-one-rule-for-girls-and-dragons-is-no-pulling-hair-or-wings.’ Yeah, I know Auntie Alex. So can we swim now? Can we? Can we?”
“Let me just check your wings dear. You know all the pink fluff has to be gone before it’s safe for little ones to be immersed in water.” She placed the camera back in the backpack and sucked Baby up into the air, regulating her breath so he went gently spinning to let her see him all over.
“It has, Momma, it has. I checked when I washed in the sand last night.” He turned a somersault in the air-stream and twisted gracefully to land back on Alex’ shoulder as it faded out. As he had clearly intended, the force turned her around in a half-step towards the water.
“Behave yourself, Baby.” She thrummed hard enough to let Alex into her mind. “Are you sure you can swim all the way across with him? We could go around.”
“You know that would take days, and we haven’t got that much time. I can swim this, and he’s small enough to be no trouble. He’ll even help, once he gets the hang of things.”
“Maybe. I just wish I could fly us all across.”
“You know you can’t fly with weight across water. The backpack is going to be hard enough. It’s you I’m worrying about.”
That shocked her. “Once you’re in that water I don’t want you worrying about anything but you and my little one!”
Baby twisted his face into Alex’. “Hey, you’re talking about me again, aren’t you? That’s not fair!” He bounced on her shoulder so she would lose concentration.
“It’s okay Ma. Come on Babe, let’s go feel the water.”
One day perhaps I’ll write some more