Facebook and age and stuff

I'm not on Facebook. Or Twitter. Or Instagram. Or snap whatever or things with inder in the name. I'm not hip, or current or whatever the kids call it these days. But through Blueman, I made the foray into Facebook looking for a family member. Obviously not a close personal family member as I cannot remember her married name. Ah well, it was interesting while it lasted.

I am not sure why I don't have/want an account of my own. I tried it for two weeks about 15 years ago but didn't understand about sheeps and farms and all that other stuff.

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A couple of days ago, I gave my trainee my phone to put her number in for me. After she and the other twenty something got done making fun of the smallness of my phone, she put her name and number and even snapped a selfie. Smirky lips with a coworker in the back ground.  If someone handed me their phone, I'd be at a loss as to how to access stuff quickly. (I would eventually figure it out, I'm sure). But she just giggled over my tiny phone and ta da had it done right quick.

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The baby of  our work group just turned 26. We were talking about her love of calendars so I mentioned a memory of being in my grandmas house with a fabric printed calendar on the wall, sometimes several years old. She didn't know so I said it was printed on burlap. She quizzically says, "what's burlap?"
Big sigh.

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I'm from the Midwest where we say things in an old fashioned way. I told my friend that you always see something every whip stitch. She was unaware of this usage for the phrase whip stitch. I'm ancient these days, apparently.

On that note, I'll grab my cane, my corncob pipe, and head to bed. Maybe tomorrow knowing current events will mean more than what app does what... I shan't hold my breath.