If I find the answer, Monica, I'll let you know. It came from Tumblr and it could be that it was the anniversary of a comment on a Caro's blog. It was she who named me Crazy Uncle Graham.
Oh dear Carol and `Frances. I've just realised that I missed commenting on this. My brain obviously read the comment and the reply and did a whoopsie. It wasn't actually my proper birthday. My birthday is the 4 June. This was a fictitious birthday 'invented' by Tumblr. I commented on Caro's blog - Caro calls me her Crazy Uncle Graham - presumably 2 years ago and Tumblr has registered that. It's all a mystery to me.
Thanks Ruby but it's not really my birthday. Tumblr posted it but as to why I know not. It amused me and shows the way that organisations like Tumblr and Google et al gather information and, in this case, managed to make 2 by adding who knows what with something or other.
Comment moderation is activated 14 days after the post to minimise unwanted comments and, hopefully, make sure that I see and reply to wanted comments.
We may be apart but when I look at the sky and remember that we are standing on the same earth, looking at the same moon, somehow you don't seem so far away after all.
LIFE
Life isn't about dawdling to the grave, arriving safely in an attractive, wrinkle-free body but rather an adventure that ends skidding in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, totally worn out, screaming "Yee-ha. What a ride!!"
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain. (With thanks to shabby girl ofA Travelling Fish)
But what are plans other than more restrictions? (With thanks to Pauline)
Feeling young is fabulous but growing old is a blessing!!! (A comment on this blog by Jaz who used to writeTreacy Travels.)
The trick to pushing 70, GB, is to push back -- hard!!! (A comment by Carol aka Canadian Chickadee who comments but does not blog)
Having lived the majority of my life in the Hebrides where my heart is, I feel I can now call myself a Hebridean. For nine years I lived half my life in New Zealand: a country I love. It was an honour being a part time Kiwi.
Ha ha ha! Happy Birthday! ;-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Serenata.
DeleteLike, why today??
ReplyDeleteIf I find the answer, Monica, I'll let you know. It came from Tumblr and it could be that it was the anniversary of a comment on a Caro's blog. It was she who named me Crazy Uncle Graham.
DeleteHappy Second Birthday!
ReplyDeleteMy second youth Meike.
DeleteCongratulations on your Umpteenth Birthday!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks Lord Pud.
DeleteIf the occasion deserves a sign like that it deserves a jolly good celebration! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteI've been celebrating all week one way and another Pauline and I'm off South (only as far as Glasgow unfortunately) in a couple of hours.
DeleteA kiwi is a flightless bird, is it not ... so hoppy bird-day! :) (Tacky, but I couldn't resist!) DeeDee
ReplyDeleteAh yes, DeeDee, the oldies are the besties.
DeleteIs it your birthday GB? Happy Birthday for yesterday? Mine is the 7th ~ Sunday.
ReplyDeleteWhat/whichever birthday it was/is, I hope it was a good one, Graham.
DeleteOh dear Carol and `Frances. I've just realised that I missed commenting on this. My brain obviously read the comment and the reply and did a whoopsie. It wasn't actually my proper birthday. My birthday is the 4 June. This was a fictitious birthday 'invented' by Tumblr. I commented on Caro's blog - Caro calls me her Crazy Uncle Graham - presumably 2 years ago and Tumblr has registered that. It's all a mystery to me.
DeleteHappy birthday GB!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ruby but it's not really my birthday. Tumblr posted it but as to why I know not. It amused me and shows the way that organisations like Tumblr and Google et al gather information and, in this case, managed to make 2 by adding who knows what with something or other.
DeleteI was beginning to wonder just how many birthdays you do have?
ReplyDeleteJust the one Virginia. I was born once for this life anyway but, if one accepts reincarnation then perhaps someone knows something that I do not.
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