Tuesday, July 27, 2010
No. I Am Not On Facebook
Okay. I have a lot to talk about. Okay. Not really. But you know me. I can blab for days about anything.
But I need to clean up the areas which Hurricane Owen trashed and wash the breakfast dishes and finish the laundry and make the bed and get to rehearsal.
I will say that I have had two people ask me if I was on Facebook today. One was a woman I have known for thirty-six years and she delivered two of my babies and I ran into her at the New Leaf which used to be the Food Coop. We used to do home births together back in the olden days and she played music in a band with my first husband and well, as you can tell, we go back a ways. She's gone through some hard times but she looks terrific and is taking care of her own grandchildren now. It was mighty fine to see her beautiful face.
But anyway, she asked me if I had a Facebook page and I told her that I did but now I don't.
The second person who asked me was Freddie who communicates via FB and I don't know what-all social media. Me he has to call. He could e-mail me, of course, but I don't think he likes e-mail. When he asked if I had a Facebook page I said that no, I did not because when I did, people whom I hated wanted to be my "friend," so I got off of it. I didn't even tell him I can't text. I suppose theoretically I could, but in reality, no I can't. Not on my phone, anyway.
"Well," he said, "I guess I'll just have to make a note to communicate with you some other way. You're special." He said that with a slightly ironic tone to his voice.
I wanted to say, "You have no idea," but I did not. Besides, we are all special in our own little special ways.
Okay, okay. Blah, blah, blah. I had a great time with Owen today. Can you tell?
Elvis, his rooster, always tries to go home with him. He literally gets in the car.
Then he gets under it.
I know how Elvis feels. I sort of want to do the same thing.