Somewhere, my grandpa and Salvador Dali are raising a celebratory toast.
Remember the local blog contest I wrote about a couple of weeks ago, in which Hope Street was nominated (not by me) in two categories?
The winners were announced earlier tonight … and Hope Street won, in the Family Blogs category.
How ’bout that.
I devoted several hundred words in my earlier post to my ambivalence about the contest. I still kinda feel that way; it didn’t magically vanish just because I won.
Still, I am honored to know that there are apparently people who not only enjoy what I do, but who are willing to get off their arses and speak up in support of it.
(OK, they didn’t really have to get off their arses or speak at all. They didn’t even have to put down their bag of crab chips. All they had to do was shuttle from one website to another and click on a link. But they took the time to do that. And that bespeaks a certain generosity of spirit on their part … a quality I would do well to emulate.)
If you voted, thank you.
If you did not vote, but still come here most weeks anyway … thank you, too.
I will try to make my writing worthy of your continued patronage every Monday.
That’s the vote that matters most to me in the long run.