ONE THOUSAND

Welcome to Post #1,000, Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Grab a glass of champagne and let's drink to many more posts to come!

Ah, I wish I had a dollar for every time I've been asked, Who is Maxwell?

We've been through so much together in these 1,000 posts. Faulkner died. X and I went through with the divorce. Franklin became a member of our little family. I adopted Middle Child. Scout died. Willy Dunne Wooters joined us. I've been down many times, and with your help, managed to rise just like this balloon:

What would I do without you? Blogging for a couple of people was okay in the beginning, but it's more fun now with 188 of you.

But many bloggers have come and gone, including Maxwell. I miss each and every one of you who has taken off for parts unknown. I'm grateful that some people who stopped blogging have stayed in touch with me. I'm grateful for the many telephone conversations I've shared with some of you, the emails we've exchanged, the letters sent back and forth (because some of us are old fashioned and like getting a letter in the mail), and, especially, for the excellent advice you've given me, along with a lot of encouragement. I'm just plain grateful for all of you.

You've tolerated my whining about grammar. You've purchased books I recommended and never once complained that you wasted your money. You've praised my poetry. You've given me a new career in editing. I've never met most of you, yet I'm closer to you than I am to my so-called relatives.

We have a connection. Sometimes the connection breaks, and it has to be replaced. A new blogger comes along to replace someone who has quit. I miss the old, but embrace the new.

You tolerate my pretensions. You tell me I'm funny when I don't think I am. You very kindly praise my writing.

You wouldn't know me if you saw me walking down the street (unless you've memorized the golden tresses on the back of my head), but you are my buds, my pals, my sisters, my advisers, my friends.

Where do we stand now? As of this moment, 104,738 page views.

I don't know why you put up with me, but you do, and I'm glad.

My blog is fishducky approved, and it was fishducky who gave me my Grammar Police Badge. I post it with pride.

What can you look forward to in the next 1,000 posts?

Well, first, I don't think I'll stop blogging because it's my therapy. If all I do is write a post that says, I don't have anything to tell you, then I'll still write that post rather than drop out of the world. Second, coming up as quickly as I can make it happen, I want to have a giveaway. I think it will be related, at least in part, to my editing.

While I'm figuring out that rafflecopter thingy, I'm going to mix in some old posts with some new posts. I know you need Movie Weekend. I won't deprive you of it. But I'm going to re-run my ten most popular posts, and I want you to take a look at some early posts that one or two people read and no one commented on them. Sometimes I think I was a better blogger then.

It's probably my imagination.

Thank you, and God bless your sweet hearts. Giveaway (I hope) and most popular posts coming up very soon.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug


P.S. I don't think I've ever told you this, but I close my posts with "infinities of love" because that's how my beloved Jane Austen signed her letters to her sister, Cassandra.

Oh! Sorry, but one more thing. Willy Dunne Wooters wants to tell you something:

And I love it that so many of you join me in loving Downton Abbey.

See ya on the flip side.