A Time to Mourn

Well….maybe it’s not quite that bad. You see, my on-line friends have found Facebook. For all I know, some of them may Twitter or use MySpace. I spent the evening visiting the blogs linked to my blog, and I was disappointed to see that many of them are posting less, or not at all.
I should tell you that I, too, have a Facebook account, but I get to it so rarely that I can’t remember my password. Luckily, I can reset it. I am sufficiently lacking in spare time that I can’t sit and learn all the cute little gifts that can be given, or browse all the groups I could join. I’m not sure I even understand all the different ways of leaving messages or carrying on conversations.
But, most of all, I wonder WHY my friends would like to have me post how I’m feeling or what I’m doing throughout my day. “Buffy has gone down the hall to her powder room.” “Buffy has gone to the kitchen to brew a cup of tea.” “Buffy has disappeared behind a towering stack of material to be filed.” “Buffy is cleaning up cat litter.” “Buffy is working on Accounts Payable.” “…another litter run.” “…another powder room run…” “MORE LITTER!” Get the drift??
I’m glad that you are all enjoying Facebook. Please forgive me if I turn out to be your less technologically able friend.