999 (emergency telephone number), A Moveable Feast, Abstract expressionism, Abuse, Academic library, Adam Bain, Adele (singer), Adobe Systems, Adult daycare center, Advertising, All That, Android (operating system), Andy Warhol, Arabic language, Chicago, Children's literature, Christmas, Christmas tree stand, East Hampton (town), Facebook, Facebook Messenger, Google, Google Search, Instagram, IOS, Kim Kardashian, Major League Baseball, Mobile app, Museum of Modern Art, New York, New York City, Nursing home, Pinterest, Pope, Rotterdam, Star Wars, Tumblr, twitter, United States, Web search engine, Willem de Kooning, YouTube
2015 will not be featured on my list of favorite years. I know that I am supposed to focus on what I have rather than what I have lost or don’t have and I am sure I will eventually.
This year, my dad died. After a 20 year estrangement from most (if not all) of his family, he died in a long-term care facility in his sleep. No one that knew him or that he knew was there, the last faces he saw were relative strangers instead of relatives. I wasn’t located for five days. His pulling away started long before he vanished. I can count the number of times I saw him on one hand after I told him that his father had sexually abused me as a kid. Then it was a year, five years, twenty years since I had seen him. I believe that our histories and experiences with his father mirror each other and dealing with his abuse and with the knowledge of not being able to protect me was more than he could handle. He pulled away. He must have been so very sad and lonely at times, that is what I think of the most. I know he loved us. I have heard stories from nurses at this doctor’s office that he befriended that he spoke of us in the present tense. When I went through his wallet after his death, there were worn photos of my sister and me from the mid-80s inside. We spread his ashes on the shore of Hood Canal, somewhere he spent what I hope were happy times. I collect an oyster shell every time I visit the spot. They are in my car, my work bag, my bedside table. Every time I hear a Beach Boys song, I think of him.
This year, my best friend for the better part of a decade died. We had drifted apart, he seemed distant whenever our paths crossed. I felt like a bad friend when I heard the news. I wish I could have been persistant with our communication, even if it wasn’t reciprocated. I think of him often and hope he knew he was loved and valued and that his existence mattered. His influence on my life helped make me who I am today. His life was a success and important and everything is better because of him.
This year on Waldina, I started sharing the profiles of people that inspire me on their birthdays. There was a 68% increase on the number of visitors from last year with an average of 345 hits a day up from 165 in 2014. Traffic was pushed to the site mostly through Google Search, Google Image Search, Yahoo, Bing carlanthonyonline.com and News360.com. The top key words used to search on Waldina.com are Willem de Kooning, Zelda Fitzgerald and James Dean. Once I remove search engines and my own tumblr account, the most clicked upon links that I have included in the posts are Vickie Lester, Amazon, Rotten Tomatoes, Curbed and Brain Pickings. I am very happy that Vickie is the top, she does great work. The highest commenters are First Night Designs, my mother and my cousin.
You can read the whole report HERE.
Visits This Year: 117,206
Total Visits: 267,397
Total Subscribers: 406
Total Posts: 1,830
Most Popular Post This Year: Happy 111th Birthday Willem de Kooning
This year on Tumblr, I changed my major account to The Real SPA, created a men’s fashion blog called Pete Crenshaw and developed RRCD, which is Rick’s art Tumblr.
Total Posts: 14,651
Total Subscribers: 581
Total Tweets: 891 (tweets over 31 days old are automatically deleted to preserve freshness)
Total Followers: 733
Total Following: 684
Total Posts: 598
Total Followers: 275
Total Following: 361
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