I have often said since November that I think Facebook is ridiculous. I’ve said if it is not completely ridiculous, it is at least a major waste of people’s time or it is a blatant display of how much time people waste. Something like those type of complaints have ushered from my lips or at least rolled around in my grey matter.
But I give in. I have to declare Facebook as being a nifty tool. Someone got a facebook account just so she could find me. Me. Little ol‘ grumpy-pants,-yell-at-the-world,-sack-cloth-and-ashes,-we-are-screwed-up” me. And because I have a Facebook account and I am actually attempting to use it, even though it requires that I say no more than a sentence or two (that is torturous quite frankly), she did indeed find me.
So for about a month and a half now, an old friend (clear back to seventh grade folks!) and I have had a couple of conversations, visited in person and on Facebook. And today she is coming for another visit to Vicktory Farm and Gardens so I won’t tarry here long so that I can run the girls into little town this morning, return a movie to BB and books to the library and be back to greet her with a fire in the woodstove, a cup of something warm and some little toasty things to nibble on.
And I suppose I would have to say that some of last weekend’s basking in an old friendship with a family we don’t see but once a year, accidentally at the Fair, would also have to be attributed to stupid Facebook. It is just too easy to say, “hi, come on over for dinner” when you “see” a person on Facebook often.
And not to mention Facebook is going to be instrumental in the girls and I getting to know the sister of a good friend just a little better than seeing her occasionally at said friend’s house for events that we would both be there, like wedding and house warming and moving days. Because she is going to come and make applesauce donuts with us next week! Just because of some silly little banter on Facebook, and because another Facebookian who knows both of us in real life, a reluctant and grumpy sort (kinda like me only far more pessimistic) who doubted the accuracy of our being able to say we are friends said, “oh, yeah and you guys are going to be real friends and actually talk?” or something to that effect. Well Bucky, this is Facebook Throwdown with Lanny.
So there it is, I cave, I cave to Facebook. But I admit I am not sure how some people can have 450 “friends”. I just have 45 and I run to keep up with them. Yes, only 45 Facebook friends, isn’t that like way sad?
Hey, is sad the only word these days that is still used in it’s original manner or did I just say that it is actually cool that I have only 45 Facebook friend or something equally weird?
Have an awesome day Sweet Listener and Brave Converser. I’d have included a picture here but you can just see Facebook for yourself on your own computer. Maybe, just maybe, I will have some illustrations for you tomorrow. Oh wait, I will be without computer tomorrow, so you will not be hearing from me ’til at the very least Sunday. Because, yes, I am trying to get back to posting nearly every day. We’ll see how that goal works.
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