So when my daughter-in-law in Oregon wrote on her Facebook page that our granddaughter had the stomach flu and so did the cat I could only shake my head. The cat???? Really? But that was not all. One of her friends had the same experience a couple of weeks ago. I sent text short message to my son this morning and he replied with a picture of the baby granddaughter merrily bouncing up and down in a springy thing. That was good! I didn't ask about the cat.
Facebook is my source of information these days. My son in Shanghai told about the pollution levels in Beijing the other day. It was a lot worse than it was in Shanghai and trust me, Shanghai has air than will perm your hair. His wife had a "holy mackerel" asthma attack while she was packing to leave for Beijing. I suggested she buy a mask...all the Chinese people wear them when the air is so suspect...but they really are ugly, ugly, ugly masks. I very much doubt she will take my suggestion. I know I wouldn't.
Like Gilda Radner said, "it is always something". By the time I get in the picture, the "holy mackerel" is all over and the DIL is home from Beijing. The baby is better and the cat has recovered or run away. I suppose the point is that worry really is a waste of my emotional life. Those people in control are taking care. In fact, what I see as worry actually does not exist in my world when I am so far from home.Just a thought!
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+Galen Pearl, You will appreciate this thought I think...it does not exist in my world.
I get all my family news from Facebook, too, plus occasional text messages.
ReplyDeleteI get most extended family news from Facebook, but my children don't post much -- too busy, I think!
ReplyDeleteSometimes it is better that I don't know. I know that they will call if there is a real problem. I know my daughter called the morning after my granddaughter drove through the front window at the 7-Eleven mini-mart.
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