It is the most recent picture of me, taken by my daughter in law at the Huntington Chinese Gardens in San Marino, California, last month. My husband and grandchild are in the background. If anyone visited me on Facebook, they'd get this look, my usual attire, my hairdo and eyeglasses I still sport and might even recognize hubby back there. He hasn't changed at all!
I could upgrade my picture, show a younger me, one more recognizable by those friends I have not seen in more than a decade. But then, whom am I kidding? I don't want anyone to think I had work done on my already perfect body. Yeah!
Facebook has allowed me to reconnect with a couple of people from my last work place, and even find a new cousin! Most of all, Facebook lets me know what others are doing.
When my son became engaged, he called me from Philadelphia and said:
"Mom, I wanted you to know before we post our announcement on Facebook!"
"Thanks, son. I appreciate that!"
And there is the rub! Sometimes, when we read something on Facebook that should private and privileged among family members, it rubs us the wrong way.
What? The world knows about this, and I'm the last one to read about it?
I know people now that post daily!
I know people that never post.
I know people who never shared anything familiar before, suddenly posting intimate pictures and events all over every body's walls.
Yeah, it's back at Young Scholar High! Only now it's a game everyone can play.
I've stopped following people on Blogger because I know what they write through Facebook!
I'm beginning to see the attraction.
I'm regretting the time it takes.
I'm re-assessing the benefits of it all.
People said the same thing about Blogger. And before that, about email. Before that, about cell phones. And before that, about every new tool and invention to ease communication.
In my younger years, a continent away, we walked out of our houses at sunset to hear the town crier beat his drum and announce the births, the deaths, the weddings, the circus coming to town.
The excitement is the same.