Blog post comments and bloggers in general

If your blog is on the roll in my side bar, I read it. You may not know this, because my comments seem to vanish.

At first, I thought it was that people have to accept and post a comment manually, as I do, and haven't checked to see what comments have been left. Then I wondered if I am doing something wrong. Then I concluded I have no idea.

So, just because it's sad for you to feel ignored, here are a couple of my recent observations.

About your adventure in making wallets, Beth — I am amazed at your skills; well done! This is what I posted as a comment (but I think it may have vanished):  

Before I married Tony, I was widowed. My previous husband was Bernard. Before I married him, he was widowed. His previous wife was Anne. She was an artist. A big headache for Bernard was what to do with the numerous paintings Anne left behind. He made really nice frames for all of them, sold as many as he could so her work would be more widely appreciated, got some accepted in an art gallery's permanent collection, and gave some to friends who liked them. But he still had about forty left. In the end, it came to him that the important thing about Anne's work was not the painting but the making, not the 'products' but the skill and joy and creativity and delight. He realised those things could never be lost and would remain part of her life for ever. So he made a bonfire of the paintings.

 About your gardening efforts, Kat — I am so impressed by the determined inroads you made into your exuberant plant growth, delighted by your badger city, and I commented to say that I absolutely love your pond.

But my comments don't always get lost and, whether they do or not, I always enjoy reading your posts. 

Lesley, I follow with breathless fascination the doings of your Aged Parent, and look out for your recommendations of books, TV and films. Somehow, my comments do get through on your blog.

Rose, I hope you're recovering from your sneezes.

Michelle, I'm waiting patiently for photos of the inside of your new home.

Bean, I love reading about your family and your home, and am always curious to know what you've been eating.

Lynda, you are my favourite next door neighbour on the other side of the world. I look up the books you recommend and I love your crocheted blankets.

Rebecca, I fell in love with that vision of blue glass. And this is Rebecca, too.

Julie B, I certainly hope you will be taking some photos at that retreat where you're speaking, and will be letting us know how it went. That retreat is THIS WEEKEND friends — please, if you have a moment, pray for Julie as she prepares and gives her addresses.

San, your stories of home education and faith-filled family life are completely absorbing and make me happy.

Elizabeth, your book reviews are so helpful and have introduced me to writers I didn't know. Ooh, look — this was a good review, wasn't it!

Buzzfloyd, I wish you wrote a blog. I am entirely sure it would be brilliant. And funny. And wise. How could it not be?

I love your blogs, friends. They are my newspaper.