June

I kind of have a love/hate relationship with Facebook.

I hate how some people feel that they have to report every minor occurrence in their lives as if anyone but they find it even remotely interesting. I hate how some people will post things that are interesting but they fail to go into any kind of detail at all. “I’m in the hospital and am so pissed at the guy in the Bronco!!!” Are you okay? Anyone else hurt? What hospital? What guy? What happened? Is there anything I can do? Yes, you are in the hospital, but if you have time to post on facebook, you have time to flesh out the details about what happened. I hate how people just assume that all of their friends play the same stupid games that they do. We have our own stupid games that we play and I don’t ask you for a nail or an orange or some kind of pretend money, do I? I hate how people go on vacation and will post 3482 pictures. Really? How about just looking at them first and only posting the ones that are in focus. Could we see a picture of you without a drink in your hand?

I love how some people will report every minor happening in their lives, because in their case I just can’t get enough. I do love that often I’m not subjected to an endless description of how your car got rear ended by a Bronco and you went to the hospital to document your injuries for the insurance settlement. I love how you can block those irritating facebook games that people post without de-friending the person. I love getting pictures of people (grandkids and family) when they are out and about. I would love to just once see a picture of a certain someone with her mouth closed and not making a gang sign with her fingers. Now the kids are doing it!

I recently got in touch with a friend from high school. I really liked June and I don’t know how I managed to lose touch with her for all of those years. She is/was a wonderful, fun person and I suppose if I did have regrets that would be one of them. I moved away and I suppose that we both got too involved with our lives to keep in touch with everyone. Someone or group of someone’s had to drop away I guess. To tell you the truth, I really haven’t started a big “Let’s catch up on forty years” thing. I don’t know if it would be welcome and there is always the rejection factor. What if I put myself out there and she just isn’t interested in keeping in touch?

No, I will just keep reading and commenting on her posts, and she can do the same with mine. Perhaps we will eventually do a newsy kind of correspondence, but not right now. First, I will have to discover if she falls into the “love” or the “hate” category of Facebook friends. So far, she seems to be in the “I don’t really get why anyone would waste time on Facebook” category. She’ll come around to the dark side eventually.

I just found out that her mom recently passed away and she is of course impacted emotionally. She sang a lovely version of “Let It Be”, and has posted a video of her daughter and her father dancing at the wake. I wish that I could be of comfort, but a friend from forty years ago is at best someone who sends condolences and best wishes for the family. I imagine I did meet her mom once or twice, but I really can’t say that I remember her. If she were anything like her daughter, the world is short a special person whether we are aware of it or not.

RIP Edith Caulfield