“Strangers on the Net…”

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?

 

P.S.

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;)