I’ve noticed that my blog views are quite light on the weekends. I can’t blame anyone, so I never really worried about it all too much. I’ve also noticed that lately, my most recent posts aren’t showing up in my stats as even having been read in a timely manner. Again, no biggie. I mean it’s summer, people have lives. Hell, I have a life and don’t always get around to reading (or commenting on) my favorite blogs.

But the most perplexing element is that my reader doesn’t seem to be picking up my posts in a timely manner. Which of course, might explain the above phenomena a bit. But I don’t get the why of it.

I wrote two posts today (Saturday – though technically, it’s now Sunday), one in the lateish morning before heading out for the day and the other later in the afternoon. They both showed up in my actual blog when I looked at it, but according to my Google Reader they just now showed up as being written just an hour ago. Now, a mere hour before the day was to end! Now that’s just odd.

I checked my blog’s clock…it’s accurate. I checked the posts, they say they were posted when I posted them. So why are they taking so long to show up in the readers? When I met with SurferGrrl a couple weekends ago, she asked why I hadn’t been posting. I looked confused (I was confused) and told her that I was pretty much posting daily. Turns out, her reader hasn’t been updating her either (and she’s not with Google).

So what’s up with that and how can we fix it? Anything I might could look into on my end? Well, anything that I haven’t already looked into and might have missed? ‘Cuz let me say, this all seems to be quite frustrating if you ask me.

PS – Sadly, it appears that the mighty Google was no help to me when it came to looking for answers with this particular challenge…

Just now I was in the other room kissing the hubs good-bye as he heads off to work.  There was this god-awful squawking going on and I noticed the cat was paying close attention to something outside the window.  Turns out there was a baby bird in the flower bed squawking for his mama to bring him some food.

I noticed that she was feeding him some peanut shell (our crazy, bird-feeding neighbor across the way feeds buckets of peanuts to the local pigeons – and now the local area ducks – a couple times a day).  Figuring that peanut shell can’t be all too tasty, I ripped up half a slice of bread and quietly threw it out the door.

Of course, then five other small black birds came flying over to join the mama and her baby for some breakfast of ripped up bread.  Though I do wonder if it’s breakfast for them since they’ve likely been up for hours upon hours by now. I decided then and there that I was going to write this up since it was such a sweet thing, but I needed a photo so that the sweetness would just burst your little heart.  But um…I couldn’t find my camera.

This of course, is not good news (though secretly, deep inside it’s better than good news, it’s great news!).  I looked and I looked, and it was no where to be found.  It must have fallen out of my purse during the wine tasting trip.  Uh Oh!  Not cool since we go out of town this weekend and of course a gal needs her camera when going out of town.

I figured it was easier to break the news to the hubs now, so I had enough time to head over to Costco to pick up a new(er, smaller, sleeker, cooler – so exciting!) camera.  While I’m breaking the news to the hubs, I notice a black thingie under the coffee table.  Yep, my camera. *sigh* I mean Yay!

No new camera for me.  And sadly, no pictures of the mama and the baby bird as they’re no longer in front of our window.  Though I still here the baby squawking somewhere next door and there is still some bread crumbs in the front.  Maybe those peanut shells do taste better if you’re a little black bird.