Several people have congratulated me on being one of the "Editors Picks."
Hey, I thought, I'd like to see that.
But I can't find it. Not under keyword, not under search, not googled. Ah, well, everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes. It's just that my fame is a bit more provincal. Someone has hidden my light under a bushel.
Well, I am honored and proud, but I will temper my exhultation. My "hit counter" jumped by thirty, and that's good. Be assured, I will not let this go to my head. I will remember you little folks as I move on to the higher plane. You made me what I am today.
Before I knew I was a "pick", I was re-reading my June entries and I was proud of myself. The enrties were mostly positive. I found mostly a month of bitch-free commentaries. At eighty, with an octogenians' aches and pains, just wearing a smile is worthy of an Editors' Pick I presume.