Mama-Come-Lately

It’s complicated, like many tech things are these days.

In the beginning, I created a Facebook account on my desktop (!) computer and surreptitiously logged in at work to see what my friends were liking and not liking. Later, I put it on my phone, so it was super-easy to get that hit of what kinda-sorta sometimes felt like connection. Once I realized how much time and battery life it was sucking up, I deleted the app. I was off Facebook for nearly a year except for occasional peeks.

But I still had Twitter on there. And Instagram.

And then a friend became gravely ill, and Facebook was the conduit for updates. I put the app back on my phone until he got better, then deleted it. Then another friend went into the hospital and I put the app back on my phone. Once the crisis phase was past, I deleted it but still logged in on my laptop because there was a memorial service to plan.

I took Twitter off my phone long ago — too crazy-negative — but I still have Instagram because I like the tiny creative task of posting. Also, I follow Will Smith and Ellen Degeneres, and I NEED those hits of daily funniness. The Rock is pretty good for a laugh, too.

The other day, though, I logged into Facebook again because now there’s a memorial book in the works for my friend. While I was on there, I noticed that people were posting on the page for this blog (I had forgotten that set up auto-publish via Facebook years ago). It wasn’t easy to notice, either, since the notification icon is tiny and up in a corner.

I replied to the comments, some of which had been sitting there for a week. That’s probably not great social media management, but I did respond. So thanks, folks, for reading and commenting. I will answer your comments, but it might take a while.

And while I’m there, I may as well ask for guitar teacher recommendations for The Boo.