Courage My Love

I have called my blog "Courage My Love" because life takes courage. I haven't blogged before, I keep journals so I am looking at this as kind of an electronic journal.

I am at work right now, which if you think of it, is pretty cool, because how often do you have a job with no one looking over your shoulder. I am, in effect, the looker. The supervisor. It is the night shift. No distractions, no drama, just work. Our work is mundane, and repetitive but there are compensations. Like the location - on the banks of the mighty Fraser River. And the fact that there is no one here but us. The dayshift has gone home amidst its chaos and churning energy and left behind the quiet stillness of the night.

Today I joined Facebook. I feel kind of sick about it. It's very intrusive. People knocking at your door wanting to be friends, what the hell, if I wanted you for a friend I woud have called you. It also read my contact list on my email and asked me if I wanted any of those people to be my "friends".  How creepy. I didn't even use my real name, just to keep traffic down from my door. I went to visit my daughters Face Book page (it was her idea after all that I join) and it was like a crazy house. All kinds of people dropping in, dropping comments, it was a very crowded room. I rode the technological wave - I grew up on computers - my generation invented them, made them, sold them, programmed them and here I am like some flotsam or jetsam on the beach of technology. Ah.... Courage my love!