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
6 comments:
What a gorgeous photo - great find! And yes facebook is a good time waster.
Have just bought a copy of when we were very young, it's charming...
I could have sworn I sent the memo around--there's a moratorium on "It is what it is" for '09. We're not sure when we'll bring it back, but it will most likely be long after "Good to go" returns.
facebook is a strange phenomenon. like you i find it both fascinating and a bit uncanny that you can follow other peoples lives in detail and that they can follow yours(depending on how you set the privacy settings)
i only use it as a communication tool now for people i don't have e-mail or phone number to...but in that respect it is very useful.
Aww thats a cute pic, I wish I had a clothes line, but I'd probably just leave them hanging there forever anyway...
That photo is such a gem... do you remember how it felt to be there?
Hi "other" Heidi! I *think* I remember how it felt to be there at that time BUT I think that is because I've been there so many times during my life that it's easy to mentally transport myself into that yard... if that makes any sense at all.
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