To the few who read my stuff

Hey.

This is a quick one. I’ve been posting for about three months now. Mostly bits of stories. I don’t get a lot of hits, but that’s okay – I wasn’t expecting to. What did surprise me was that there were some people out there who have “liked” a blog or two, commented, and – believe it or not – subscribed!

And I want to say thank you.

I know I’m terrible at replying. I’m lousy at getting back to people, and I know I haven’t said an awful lot about any of you. But I have visited all your blogs, and been fascinated by what I’ve found. I’ve noticed.

I don’t write for fame, and I don’t blog for recognition. If I write a story, it’s for myself and my son. If I blog a thought, it’s because I can’t keep it in. And it means a lot – a lot – that there are those of you kind enough to let me know how I’m doing. It’s actually really inspirational, and makes me want to work even harder.

So that’s it – I really, really appreciate your support. You’re all great – thank you!

Take care,

 

Chris

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What is the history of this light?

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As I sit here at the Van Ripper-Hopper House Museum waiting for a chipmunk (though I suspect I’ve been stood up), I couldn’t help but notice this light here beside me.
I’m here with my wife and son because they have pumpkin painting (the safer alternative to carving, I guess), and a book signing for a children’s book Miles quite rudely said he wasn’t interested in.

Anyway, while they roam the grounds and his pumpkin dries, I saw a chipmunk sit – twice – on this fence, and thought perhaps if I also sit here for long enough, he might hop back on and let me take his picture. So far, he hasn’t obliged.

In the meanwhile, I saw this light and began wondering how it came to be so twisted.
Like the fence it sits beneath, it has become uprooted, and is on the verge of collapsing entirely. It has no lightbulb, and its exposed wires suggest it isn’t likely to work again. But why is it thus? I don’t imagine it was originally installed that way. The wires lead underground, so some careful thought and planning went into this light. There aren’t any others nearby. It was put in to light the area, and has since been neglected. I feel sorry for it.

Well, my wife is calling me to leave, and the chipmunks are teasing me with their chirps (did you know chipmunks chirp?), but won’t show themselves. At least I saw the light.