2010 in review

I haven’t posted much in the last month–I’ll have  a few thoughts about the Christmas holidays in the next few days.

In the meantime, check out some of the more popular posts from this past year.  The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s an overall summary:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads This blog is on fire! (We all know how accurate the Blog-Health-o-Meter is.)

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,300 times in 2010. That’s about 3 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 33 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 40 posts. There were 35 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 13mb. That’s about 3 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was May 27th with 273 views. The most popular post that day was Running with scissors, glasses, and dogs.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, healthfitnesstherapy.com, slashingtongue.com, twitter.com, and en.wordpress.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for c. gobin wordpress, site:garaborn.wordpress.com garaborn.wordpress.com, c. gobin wordpress running with scissors, site:garaborn.wordpress.com c. gobin homepage wordpress, and josh gobin.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


Running with scissors, glasses, and dogs May 2010


Happy Birthday, “Breathless.” May 2010


Joe Crosses Over! May 2010


When a third of the family goes to camp June 2010
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My response to Jacques Steinberg’s column May 2010

Running with scissors, glasses, and dogs

Tomorrow I have another date with Chad. While you’re lowering your eyebrows, let me explain that Chad is the optician I have gotten to know personally over the last year.  You could say Josh brought us together.   OK, lower your eyebrows again–Josh is my six-year-old son, who was diagnosed with a lazy eye three years ago.

In those three years, Josh has gone through four pairs of glasses (I think. . . . Could be five).

His prescription hasn’t changed four times.

Pair #1 fell victim to being pair #1: taken off 15 times in 10 minutes,thrown across a room with dramatic flair (he was 3), and eventually found by one of our dogs.  A dog who likes plastic.

Pair #2 was purchased while Pair #1 was still somewhat wearable, so for a short time we had a “back-up” pair.  I don’t know about your experience with “back-up” glasses, but I believe there is a corollary to Murphy’s Law: the speed with which an item is lost is multiplied by the number of replacement items kept on hand.  Also, the item which is in better condition will be lost first and will stay lost until someone or something . . . say, a plastic-loving dog, stumbles upon it.

I don’t remember much about Pair #3, except that one of the lenses kept popping out.  Keep in mind that, with Josh’s lazy eye, we are patching the good eye to make the weak one stronger.  This means that, while paying for two lenses, we have really only been using one (I looked but couldn’t find monocles in the kids’ section).  I offer this information for you to consider as you speculate as to which of the two lenses kept popping out, eventually becoming a milk bone.

It was during #3 that I met Chad.  Before then, I kind of hoped I would never get the same optician twice, since I was feeling somewhat embarrassed to bring mangled pieces (in a stylish Versace case, mind you), with the hopes that someone could wave a wand over them, say “Reparo,” and we would get a few more months’ reprieve.  But Chad was just so darned cheerful, almost as if he welcomed the challenge.  After the third time, we were on a first name basis.  He was a like a friendly neighborhood bartender; I’d come in, and he’d say, “The usual?”

So pair #4.  What can I say?  I got lax and overconfident.  After months of pulling in the driveway at the end of the day and saying, “Hand them over,” I thought we had established the importance of knowing at all times where they were: either very high up or on his head.  Then today came.  A sunny, beautifully warm, May Kentucky day.  The backyard called.  The swingset called.  The hose with five different spray settings called.  All I can figure out is that, somewhere between playing in the mud puddle and eating pizza, the glasses got left on the patio table.  The same patio to which the dogs were consigned while we ate.  I found the glasses later, temples chewed, one lens popped out (yes, that lens).  They are now in that same Versace case, awaiting another “adjustment.”


We’ll see.