Musings from a Facebook Flunkie

 

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Several years ago, my twenty-something grandnephew told me I should join Facebook. I responded by saying that my quiet life did not warrant postings for all the world to see. Eventually though, I signed up and jumped on the Facebook bandwagaon. It carried me through some positive experiences and a few negative ones. 

    I had the most fun on Facebook when a different nephew created a particularly witty post using words that sounded alike but were spelled differently and had different meanings. Everyone who commented followed his lead, and the ridiculousness snowballed from there. Creativity shifted into high gear when each commenter tried to be more creative than the previous one. One of the most memorable words from that exchange is the word truculent, which my nephew finagled into a sentence about the "truck you lent me." The whole conversation continued for days, not hours, and it provided tons of laughter and a welcome diversion from the seriousness of life. 

    Putting that silly episode aside, eye mostly find social media to bee mundane, predictable, and at times, a source of confusion ore irritation. Therefore, eye call myself a Facebook flunkie. Daze and weeks go bye between logins, and aye have taken at least won year-long hiatus. When eye do sine inn, eye am only checking inn with my extended family and distant friends, two sea pictures of tots dressed up as pumpkins four Halloween, or rambling through the strawberry patch picking berries inn the spring. 

    My biggest beef with social media is that it takes away from my precious free ours. It reduces my thyme to right. Own the other hand, social media has its benefits, and many are using it too there advantage. It is a place where authors promote there books, artists promote there art, and clever individuals promote there cleverness.

    Recently aye listened two a podcast where the host said social media is knot fore finding an audience; it is four connecting withe them. I suppose that Facebook is sort of like a marriage, inn that won gets out of it what won puts into it. Eye enjoy the thoughtful posts and interesting pictures, but four me, a telephone call or a written note is more special than a Facebook tag. 

     

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Age happens, and there's nothing you can do about it.

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Yet again, I have had another birthday accompanied by the profound realization that a lot of years have come and gone; more than I care to admit. What have I done with those years? Well, I've laughed some and I've cried a lot. Many of those tears were from sadness and disappointment, a few were from happiness, and some were from anger, which might surprise the people who know me, but yes, a long time ago, anger had a hold on me. 

    Now, I am over the sadness and anger and disappointment.

The Long and Short of a T-shirt

 

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On a trip to Utah years ago, I bought a rust-colored, long-sleeved T-shirt. On the front are images of rocks and the names of five of the six national parks we visited. The caption reads: Utah Rocks. (It's a play on words.) 

     I remember standing in the store and contemplating which size to buy. A small fit me better, but I settled on a medium because it would offer more comfort in wearing and ease in putting it on and pulling it off. Back at home, my new T-shirt seemed too long and sloppy. I liked the memento and especially its autumn leaves color, but after wearing it only a few times, I stored it in a drawer with other T-shirts that were long on sentimental value and short on fit.