Today and yesterday I spent hours reading my old blogposts and the comments people have left on them, and it was so much fun. I would look at the title and try to figure out what the post was about, and seldom was I right. To make that seem less doltish, I often couldn't find a connection between the title, which I always slipped in last, and the content. Imagine what that must have been like for people who read those posts.
It saddened me a bit to see comments from people I don't hear from anymore---mostly because they've gone to Facebook or Google Plus, and stopped writing blogposts. When I was reading the 2010 posts, especially the ones written around our trip to California, I was reminded how amazing it was to have actually met some of the people whose blogs I read. Blogging seems to make stronger links between people than Facebook or Google Plus, probably because so much more of the writer is invested in blogs.
Most surprising was the change in our grandchildren as evidenced by the photos and videos. I thought I could remember everything about those kids, so I was delighted to see them in forgotten photos where they were younger, rounder-faced, not-walking-yet or still wowed by things that are old-hat to them now.
I always hoped from the time I first started blogging that I would take pleasure in it. What I hadn't realized that the pleasure wouldn't be just in the writing.