I’m a Facebook failure. I neglect my friends-all 42 or so of them. Some of these friends I really do care about, but for the most part-my friends are barely one step above the “total stranger” level. Just people who discovered me when they were probably supposed to be doing something more productive.
Like me, yesterday. I should have been sewing. But I convinced myself that my finger is still in a state of recuperation, and besides, I’m a little afraid of my Singer at the moment. If I get close to it again, will it try to pierce some other body part?
So I spent (squandered) some time on the computer-making my usual rounds-eventually winding up at Facebook where I saw a few bits of news that interested me. I visited the profile page of one of my friends. This person had close to 1000 friends of their own. Anybody I know, I wondered?
I started clicking away, full of curiosity. I came upon one nodding acquaintance who had dozens of pictures posted-and I admit I looked at every single one. Not only that-I started to feel like this person was my friend too, and I wanted to know more about them. I smiled at the shot of Grandma feeding a goat at the petting zoo (while another goat ate a Kleenex out of Grandma’s purse.) I shed a few tears over the photo of Junior’s high school graduation as I too wondered where the time had gone. And I looked at the picture of the recently redecorated living room and thought to myself “ By George, I want a covered wagon lamp!” (And I don’t do Frontier.)
What I want to know, is why does this happen? Is it just me? I don’t know these people, but I was utterly fascinated with their life-their ordinary life, spread out before me in a series of photographs.
Now, would anyone like to see a picture of my finger?
I received this very much appreciated award from the wonderful Move Over Mary Poppins. Thank you so much:)
Here are 5 things I love:
- Kissing my daughter’s sweet face. I know to everyone else she looks like a young woman now-but I still see her as my baby.
- My Aunt Olga’s Ice Box cookie recipe. I don’t make them often, because I eat too many in a very short amount of time.
- My parents. The older I get, the more I realize how lucky I am.
- Hawaiian sarongs. I must own about 25-but they are all so beautiful and unique, and they remind me of beloved Hawaii.
- My blog friends-I really do love you all:)
I would love to know 5 things that any of you want to share-so please post the award if you like, (you all deserve it) and tell me:)
And if you have pictures-all the better;)