Bless Pete Seeger. I don't think he would appreciate me changing the words, or the Kingston Trio for that matter.
If you peruse around the blogosphere you probably have noticed folks talking about how the comments seem to have dropped to an all time low. Why is this? I don't think anyone really has the definitive answer. I've noticed a decline in the number of comments here on Moogie's World as well. Until I started reading that other bloggers, even the popular ones with multiple hits per day, were experiencing the same thing I really thought it was just me. Let's face it. I don't have all that much to offer, and there is nothing really to bring back readers time after time. The strange thing is, when I take a look at my stats, the number of visitors hasn't dropped significantly.
Tomorrow is the day for all lurkers to come out of the closet. Come on peeps! It's time to show yourself. Tell me a little bit about you. Say hello! Leave your anonymous self at the door and come on in for a drink. Everyone is welcome. This wonderful idea was started by three fantabulistic ladies, Schmutzie, Sweetney and JenAndTonic.
Schmutzie wrote all about it here.
I will admit that comments make me feel really good. Granted, most of you (and me) don't have a lot of spare time to comment on all of the blogs that we read. I think that's why it feels so good to hear from you when you do.
To give you something to comment about, I thought I would let you know about a terrible tragedy that happened yesterday. I'm still trying to move past it. Perhaps you can help.
RIP Peep
Sometime yesterday, Peep escaped from her cage. She resided on a dresser that was approximately 5' tall. Apparently, she went off the dresser and on to the floor. You can see where this is going, can't you? She somehow made it to the bathroom, and it was there she chose her final resting place.
My youngest daughter Meelie found her. I was on my way home when I got a hysterical call from her. It took me several minutes to calm her down enough to find out that everyone was ok, and then a couple of minutes to find out what really happened.
When I got home, Peep was huddled in a corner in the bathroom. I will spare you with the details, but it was obvious that she had gone to be with Gingi and Shoestrngs up in Heaven. We held a small burial for her. We found a shoe box, and wrapped Peep in an old, soft towel The girls and their friends wrote messages to her on the outside of the box. I just about lost it here, especially when Chickie asked me to write something (Peep was her hamster). We fashioned a cross out of some twigs, and Peep is now resting peacefully, under the oak trees in the middle of our backyard.
Meelie was devastated. Chickie has yet to cry, but that will come. I've learned with her that you need to give her the space and the time to grieve in her own way.
Bless you Peep. Thank you for giving my kids so much joy while you were alive. I will miss you rolling in your little ball all over the house and getting stuck behind the toilet.
Comments
Oh poor Peep. That's just heartbreaking.
Posted by: Kris/Chicka at October 2, 2007 9:53 PM
Hi Moogie,
Commenting just because you asked me to.
The reason I seldom comment, though I visit your site often, is that I don't have much to say.
I suppose I could just fill space, like I do when I post my own journal entries, but that seems pointless. But you're right there are fewer comments from anyone recently.
I've also noticed that the more thought, research and work that I put into a posting, the less likely people are to comment. But when I say something flippant and inane, that post will draw all sorts of comments.
Anyhow, I'm not lurking, just have little to say.
Posted by: john cowart at October 3, 2007 5:51 AM
Kris: It was pretty tough. I found it amazing that the girls only wanted me to act as an observer though. They took care of everything.
John: Yes, I can understand not having much to say. I read alot of blogs that I don't post comments on. It's not that I don't enjoy them, I just don't have anything to comment about. I agree the more time and thought that goes into a post, the comments are received. Strange how that works.
Posted by: Moogie at October 3, 2007 6:33 AM
Delucking to say hi...wish I had time to say more.
Posted by: dawn at October 3, 2007 9:27 AM
Hi! I found you through BlogHer and am also delurking. Hopefully more will join in!
On another note, so sorry to hear about poor peep. :(
Posted by: Sheila at October 3, 2007 10:28 AM
Oh, poor Peeps! It is so sad to lost a beloved pet. I am sorry for you loss.
P.S. I love the delurking idea and will have to check it out. Thanks for the tip.
Posted by: Momish at October 3, 2007 10:53 AM
I will admit that I don't always comment when I drop by for a visit - I've gotten to the point where if I don't feel as if I have something to contribute, I don't. But - it doesn't mean I'm not interested. so - I will endeavor to let you know that more often.
I'm sorry to hear about peep. We've had our share of pets to pass away, it is always hard.
Posted by: bob at October 3, 2007 12:43 PM
Delurking to say "hi."
And.... Poor Peeps!
Posted by: motherofbun at October 3, 2007 1:11 PM
RIP Peeps - so very sorry!
Posted by: Zoot at October 3, 2007 2:27 PM
I'm so sorry about Peeps!
And "Hi" from a regular feed-reading lurker.
Posted by: amber at October 3, 2007 3:40 PM
Hi honey - it's me! I'm not delurking, you know who I am.....!!
Rest in Peeps......
I do hope the girls get past this devastating grief.
A puppy might help!
cq
Posted by: craziequeen at October 3, 2007 3:54 PM
Hi, my first time here. Nice place you have. Sorry about Peeps. We have 2 hamsters, My kids will be devastated when they are gone.
Posted by: slackermommy at October 3, 2007 5:26 PM
Me lurk, as if dear moogie, okay sure some post I don't comment on because it is not better to erm not make one and be called a fool than to make and prove it :P
R.I.P Peep.
Hmm me and chickie are kinda alike that way we don't show it right away but steal a moment somewhere to let it out. Give both of them a hug from Uncle G won't you :)
Oh well you've also blown my paranoia theory of which I thought no-one liked me anymore :P darn you moogie :P
Posted by: Gopher at October 3, 2007 6:03 PM
When I was little, I had a hamster called BooBoo.
He was one of my best friends and although I grunted and groaned about my weekly chore of cleaning out his cage, I loved watching him stuff his cheeks full of food, build fun little hamster forts out of dryer lint, and remodel the Kleenex box homes in his cage.
I miss BooBoo. All 12 versions of him.
Posted by: Karla at October 3, 2007 8:42 PM
Hi Moogs!
I am so sorry about the girls' pet. It's hard to watch them hurt, isn't it?
I read often but don't comment as much as I should.
Posted by: Heather at October 4, 2007 9:45 AM
I don't know about anyone else, but I've found that Google Reader (as handy as it is) has slowed my commenting down. Since you can' comment FROM the reader, I have to REALLY have something I want to say to click over to the blog to comment.
When I was visiting the blogs themselves, I commented more just because I was there. Lazy?? Maybe... but I have so little time, that I feel I'm doing good just reading on a fairly regular basis! :-)
Posted by: Judy at October 4, 2007 11:06 PM
thank you for visiting AND commenting
Posted by: david, 7000 feet up at October 7, 2007 2:27 AM
