I Hate Facebook

I have been a reader of newspapers for years and the age old who, what, when, where and why format just suits me. Now, the world has turned to Facebook and think a simple statement with a small fact is good enough to communicate with the world. It is kind of like that peek-a-boo game played with little kids, if they can't see you, you can't see them. The problem is that in my attempt to keep up with what is going on in the world and a failing memory, I need more than is provided. I am on the verge of dropping out of the Facebook crowd for that one reason alone. If you want to tweet, Tweet to your heart content. If you communicate on Facebook, why don't you tell me more than you don't feel good or are home sitting in the dark. I sure as hell don't know the lyrics to any of the songs of today and if the lyrics don't make sense, I tell them so.

For years, we have maintained a path around our 18 acres here at Rabbit Run and this year it is so overgrown I need to borrow a point man to cut the foliage down so we can get through some places. In some of the blocks, it is caused by a wind storm blowing down the old dead trees and in other places it is those damned red ceders just growing out in the path to get sunshine. The really unfortunate thing is that right now Barb wants the path cleared and I'm just not up to an extended period swinging a machete or carrying a chain saw. Oh well, I mowed a path as well as I could and for as long as I could stand.

Better run, we have visitors due tonight and there are a few floors that are mine to clean.

MUD