Let's talk about FaceBook.
And my age.

Supposedly women over 50 make up the fastest growing population on Facebook.
I am over fifty.

But I find the atmosphere difficult.
In the beginning every time I got an announcement from someone about an event
I sent a thank you note for the invitation. Later I realized they were not making
an individual invitation, friends were pushing one button and inviting one
hundred and fifty folks.

I quit writing the thank you notes.

And here is something else, folks that have been disrespectful of my feminist views request to
be friends ... and I don't understand. The word Friend I think must mean something else on
FaceBook. And I know I have been accepted as a "Friend" when "Friend" is really not the case.

Language appears to be not so critical on FaceBook.

More later, must run.

A Different View

And it is raining.
Very hard.
I live on the third floor in a downtown building. I see rooftops from
where I live in the back of my building. The rain smacks down and runs
for the edges to the ground. Rooftops have seasons too.
In winter a chimney's smoke rises directly up and in straight line in
frigid cold. Just cold and the smoke meanders up unhurried.
This is a new view for me, here in the back.
I lived in the front with a view of Main Street, the roof tops not so
close but still a view of the chimneys across town working against Maine
cold.
Today the rains pours and two dogs need walking.

I just like this very much!

I am allergic to cats.
Really.

Low Tide

It will be low tide at 4:51 this afternoon.
The dogs and I will be on the beach.
We like low tide for racing.
The racing is easier when the waves pull back.
We wait.

So I have a cat. A kitten to be specific.
This is new to me now. Cats are new to me. Now.
And.
I am a dog woman and not a cat woman but I am trying
to be a dog and a cat woman. It is hard.
The kitten screams and chews on electrical wires.
Also rain gear that hangs in the hallway. Plastic rain gear
that becomes less effective with holes in it.
The dogs and I put on a happy face ... or we did. The kitten
came out of an awful situation in Millinocket. Forty cats and
kittens in various stages of unhealth. I was asked. I accepted.
Milk.
His name is Milk.
For Harvey.
But he screams and chews electrical wires.