I joined MySpace.com and I have zero friends. I feel really stupid for joining. I enjoy looking at my sons' MySpace pages, but I wasn't allowed to look at the pictures unless I was a member. So I joined. It was a warm fuzzy feeling to be able to see pictures of them that I hadn't seen before. It was also nice to see their friends again. I miss having them at home. I thought MySpace was the next best thing. Until I realized that they can't be added to my page without me being added to theirs. Well, they can't have their Mom on their page; that's just wrong!
I gracefully bowed out of the seen. I am thinking about deleting my MySpace page. I asked my one friend to join, but I don't think she will. I don't think it is cut out for old folks. We are destined to live a life to and among ourselves.
"How is your health today?" "Well, my back is really hurting and I didn't get much sleep last night and I had beans and rice for supper with a green salad."
I miss the young.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Generation to Generation
Barry barbecued chicken, hamburgers, and hotdogs today. Ronnie, Judy, Tiffany and Josh came over for lunch. We enjoyed three hours of each others company discussing health issues and reminiscing about our horrific Hurricane Rita evacuation experiences. That led to funny Hurricane Carla stories that weren't so funny to a past generation. The food was good and the music lively. Barry looked as though he was having a religious experience as he danced around the smoker to the beat of the music. Ronnie has lost weight and fit nicely into the plastic lawn chair. Last time he chose to sit in the swing and the chain broke. He recovered nicely. Tiffany and Josh went next door to play with Emily and Andrew and then they came back here and played computer games. Josh is sporting a new hair cut. He looks like Bart Simpson (cute).
Last night I went to the movies with them to see The Shaggy Dog. I thought is was just o.k., but Ronnie loved it. He was imitating it today. Josh fell asleep on the way to the movies. We all enjoyed watching his head fall from one side to the other. Judy got a migraine headache as we walked into the theater.
The old school cafeteria was torn down this week. I sat in the swing and drank a beer while listening to its destruction. I couldn't help feel the symbolic nature of the destruction equaling the passing of my parents' generation (Uncle Bunyan died March 2) and the passing of my generation into the older generation.
Last night I went to the movies with them to see The Shaggy Dog. I thought is was just o.k., but Ronnie loved it. He was imitating it today. Josh fell asleep on the way to the movies. We all enjoyed watching his head fall from one side to the other. Judy got a migraine headache as we walked into the theater.
The old school cafeteria was torn down this week. I sat in the swing and drank a beer while listening to its destruction. I couldn't help feel the symbolic nature of the destruction equaling the passing of my parents' generation (Uncle Bunyan died March 2) and the passing of my generation into the older generation.
