Not Your Typical Thursday

Yesterday was such an exceptionally splendid day. Of course, our regular readers already know that something catastrophic is rumbling, because we only ever post on Tuesdays and Fridays, and here we are invading your dashboard on a Thursday! But in order to explain that anomaly, we must go back to the aforementioned splendid Wednesday. Any day that involves music (which is everyday, these days) is automatically filed under the "good day" category--and yesterday was no exception. So, though yesterday yielded almost an inch of wet stuff, it didn't stop us from splashing through the beating rain to attend piano lessons and take brother to cello lessons. You know all those stereotypes you've heard about Washington being rainy? They're true. We broke our own record for the rainiest May in this area, and let us tell you--we don't have paltry rain records!

That evening, our family had time to meet a very special person--a brand new baby girl born yesterday to special friends of ours. See now? An inch of rain, piano lessons, and a new baby girl. June 9th was shaping up to be a noteworthy day.

After a wonderful time of prayer and worship at church, we were enjoying a beautiful drive home (the rain had disappeared). Spread below us was the Columbia River, with Mt. St. Helens looming in the background, and boats chugging along in the foreground. While discussing the merits of strawberry shortcake versus brownie moose track ice cream for dessert, one of us spotted an odd billow of smoke in what looked to be the center of our smallish town. The closer we got, the bigger the smoke got.

"Is it our new Jo-Ann's?" Mama wondered, which made everyone groan from the horror of the thought.

"I think it might be the elementary school!" Mikaela guessed.

"It looks like its on the other side of the river," Papa calculated. He was ready to give up the chase and go home, but he took a vote--and the majority voted to continue driving toward the smoke.

As we got closer, the traffic got thicker (what else is there to do on a rainy June day?).

"I think it's the water treatment plant!" Papa said. We wanted to argue--isn't there some sort of impossible irony connected with a water treatment plant catching fire?--but we couldn't. The source did indeed seem to be our town's one and only water treatment plant.

The stream of cars was bumper to bumper until we realized with a sigh of relief that it was an abandoned house fifty feet from the water treatment plant. The firemen stood back and watched the inferno very nonchalantly, so we guessed the blaze was a controlled burn.

"They should have sold tickets!" someone quipped.

But since we were not shameless gawkers and elected not to park the car and stare at the burning building with those who were shameless, we wound our way home. Once there, strawberry shortcake was in process--we had the shortcake part of our dessert in the oven--when Lauren came rushing downstairs.

"Mikaela! Mikaela!" she said. "There's something weird going on on Blogger! We got twenty new followers? I think it's a mistake!"

We ran up to her laptop, determined to get to the bottom of this odd turn of events. Clicking on the counter statistics, we were both speechless to see that we had gotten almost 1500 new visitors since we had last checked the blog six hours before. Clicking on the referring websites solved the mystery, though. Every single one gave Blogger home or Blog of Note as the referring website. For some reason as mysterious as it is delightful, One Bright Corner was named "Blog of Note" by Blogspot--that is to say, Google likes our blog! This, then, is the real root of our strange Thursday posting: we have had no earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, or elopements to warrant a Thursday post, but we have been liked by Google!

We ate our strawberry shortcake in wonderment as our family said awfully nice things and quickly caught up on our latest post. They told us we were famous and asked if we'd still love them anyways. Of course! And the beautiful, irreplaceable, noteworthy day came to an end.

No fears, though. Today is shaping up to be just as inimitable--not only have we gained 60 new followers since yesterday, but we've received 2,000 new visitors just this morning. It's that sort of day where we will dance around singing "Hallelujah Chorus" all day long. At the top of our lungs. Very high, and very screeching. But won't you stick around, anyways? Look around and let us know what you think. We promise we'll be back to our normal selves tomorrow. And, after all, if we are "blog of note," then you are the highly honored readers, followers, and commenters of note--thank you so much! Oh, and our neighbor just called to say there was a mysterious minivan that plunged into the creek on our road, but not to worry. Just another atypical day around here!

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