I am old. I am technologically challenged. I remember a computer without a mouse. Shoot, to be truthful, I remember a computer with paper tape with tiny paper dots coming out. But I try to keep up. Don't tell anyone but I have them totally fooled at work. If only I can keep this up until retirement I will be fine. I joined Facebook. No shame there. Oh, the things I have learned on Facebook! It's amazing. Offspring have relationships. Offspring have no relationships. Offspring have new relationships! I have cousins. The cousins are Trump supporters? I can opt to not see information from Right Wing News. What? This information s invaluable. I didn't have a "My Space!" Did you? I missed that. I joined Twitter. I never tweeted but I read tweets. Some were funny but ended up not to be true. So I quit Twitter. Twitter seemed like a waste of my time. Recently I joined Snapchat -a photo-sharing platform where you share photos but they go away quickly. What is the use of that? I wondered that. It's a reasonable question. Photos that disappear? Crazy town! Unless one of your offspring is on the other side of the equator and you are worried about their safety. Cordoba, Argentina - thanks to Snapchat I have seen photos of the dogs of Cordoba, a stroll up a steam near Cordoba, foraging for berries near Cordoba, leaf-cutting ants in Cordoba, a giant aloe vera bush in Cordoba, and drinking in Cordoba. Oh, a sibling is working in Hudson, Wisconsin? And now she is in Edian? Well, I am glad to know she is safe and having fun. Actually, from Snapchat, I knew a sibling painted her living room green. I called on the old fashioned cell phone. "Did you paint your walls? I ask (as if I didn't know). "How did you know that?" she asks, unaware her daughter snapchatted her painting the living room. I'm so bad. I answer, "I can see through walls." Then, of course, being the super nice person that I am, I tell her the truth. Technology! Are you up with latest? No judgement here. Technology is good and bad. Technology is a good use of time and a waste of time. Personally? I can't wait until 9 a.m. tomorrow when I can skype with my family in Sicily.
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