Please forgive my week-long absence – I recently fell into the deep dark hole called facebook. Oh my, what have I done?
I joined facebook because I wanted to contact one specific person – an important message needed to be sent and facebook was my only option. Within twenty-four hours I had been 'friended' by twelve additional people. So, I committed. I took the plunge: I sent out requests to other friends and the snowball started rolling.
There's something very unsettling about suddenly knowing the day-to-day details about people that I have not spoken to for fifteen years. Sometimes I think it was nicer to be insulated from all of that and just read the yearly glorified synopsis in a holiday form letter. But hey, whatever. It is what it is.
In most instances it's nice to reconnect. Aaah, memories. Which sorta brings me to the photo shown above... the whole facebook thing got me thinking about my collection of childhood photos and I dug up the gem above. That's me. I'm not sure how old I am in the pic. I'm in my grandparents' back yard and my mother is hanging the laundry (see her feet?). I have nothing but good memories of that place...
the title of this post was taken from the book by A.A. Milne