A missed anniversary

As I was brushing my teeth last night I realized I had missed my third blog anniversary.  I knew it was in June sometime and had completely overlooked it in my whirlwind of travel.  I looked it up this morning and realized I had a good excuse for missing the actual day: I was in a small town in Ireland to be in my friend's wedding.

I emailed with Natasha this morning and she assured me that I could celebrate this space belatedly.  In fact, since it's our (my blog and me) third anniversary, that means leather.  She said if she was a better person she would buy me either this, this or this.  (I'm kind of ga-ga over the second option - so pretty.) 

Actually, I got a little gift, a good luck talisman of sorts, before I left from a dear bloggy friend.  In response to my email saying I would need to slaughter a goat to appease the travel gods to make all my crazy flight/train connections, she sent me little Nana Goat.  (See below at the Zwinger in Dresden.)  I'm going to extend Nana's function to cover this anniversary, as well as safe travels.

I like that I have these friends that think of me and send me odd little things in the mail.  In fact, in general I just like the people I have met through this space.  I don't want to get maudlin or anything, and I have a feeling the people I hold nearest and dearest know who they are (ie: the people that helped me get started, the friends I made early on, and the already existing friends who have shared this space with me, etc. - I said I wouldn't list and then I listed - sheesh). 

I think it is a little funny to have had my anniversary while I was on my longest blog break since I started.  It was nice to not constantly be drafting posts in my head, but sometimes it felt like the blog was part of a secret identity or something.  It is not something I necessarily talk about with people who don't already know of its existence, but I feel like it is a large part of who I am.  When I do bring it up, I never know how people will react.  Most people, I find, have little interest in the internet.  I did find some other bloggers on my trip, though.

Anyhow, I always end up feeling incoherent in my anniversary posts.  Thanks, dear readers (known and unknown to me), for sharing this space with me.  It's grown from rambling bits to include my photography and even longer rambling bits, sometimes including pie.  That's the new motto around here: come for the stories and pictures, stay for the pie.

Comments

[Alix]

I say go for the second option, not only is it super cute but it seems fitting to get a journal for the anniversary of your online journal. We just had a new paper botique open up in downtown Missoula and I can't wait for your birthday/christmas/special event/no special reason to get you something from it. Maybe your blogging anniversary? Hmm. Call me soon, I need to hear all about your trip other than on your blog. Love, Alix

[Jennifer]

Happy Belated Anniversary!

[Adorable Girlfriend]

Happy Blog-aversary. Pie is in order.

I heart the nana goat. Heart, heart, heart!

[Kathleen M]

Happy Anniversary, Claire and Esprit de L'Escalier!
People react strangely when I say I have a blog, too. And a fiction blog? Most people really aren't interested. But the last time I saw my migraine doctor, he was up on my stories. And my dentist is either really good at putting on a front or else reads me regularly.

[Claire]

Thanks ladies!

Kathleen, that is hilarious that your dentist reads your blog.

[blue girl]

Happy Belated Blogiversary, Claire!

The shot of your Nana Goat is too cute. And I'm with you -- getting things in the mail from friends who are thinking of you is the *best!*

I find that most people don't have an "Internet" life either. Which always surprises me. It's like thinking most people aren't into reading magazines.

Anyway, here's to another year of Clair-blogging! You know how much I love to live vicariously through all that you do!