More accurately, not a bad blogger, but a bad blog reader.
I had an email conversation with Norma yesterday about leaving comments. As you know, Norma had a contest where all you had to do was to leave a comment and she’d award a prize to the individual who left comment #1690. Great idea! I left a comment, as did a lot of other people.
But it made me realize how infrequently I leave comments on the blogs I read. Usually my blog reading is done in a tearing hurry (as is everything in my life). And, as Norma pointed out, using Bloglines to read your blog list makes it a lot easier to read through a lot of blogs in a minimum of time. Which is great for those among us who are spare-time-challenged. But it makes it easier to not leave comments.
So my pre-New Year’s resolution is to try to leave more comments on the blogs I read.
Last night I finished spinning up all my singles of the yummy blue Coopworth, see?
Plying will commence soon. But since I’m sick (cough, cough) not tonight.
I actually left work early because I felt ill — something I almost never do. Sinus issues and I lost my voice as well. I’ll probably stay home tomorrow and try to rest.
With Nurse Lucy.
Speaking of Lucy
A message from Lucy to Eklectika: she would like you to know that she still loves the mouse I made for her from the fiber you sent.
Our wonderful knitting blogring leader Julie (and thank you for everything you do in keeping the ring going) commented:
Okay, if we’re talking about Swedish Christmas, I have to ask about Glogg! Do you drink it? My mother-in-law makes it every year and I love it!
And then there’s lutefisk — she makes that too, and I have eaten it. Although mercifully last year she forgot to thaw it, so none was available 🙂
Next week I’ll have to show my Tomtes on my blog!
1. Glogg. How I love thee! The only time I have glogg is when my parents have a holiday party. Of course, glogg is served there. It’s been a couple of years now, though. ::cough, cough, hint, hint::
2. Lutfisk. Why, thank you for bringing up this topic, Julie! It’s the perfect excuse for me to haul out yet another aged blog entry, The One Where Wendy Waxes Lyrical About Lutfisk. Sorry, Dad.
3. Tomtes. Yes! Please show us your tomtes, Julie! I do so love me a good tomte! And this is the perfect place for yet another segue — into my Jultomte blog post from two years ago.
Julie, I really need to put you on the payroll.