Barbara J. Hamby

I’m Spooked

So tonight a name pops up on Facebook—a woman who had a critique group in Vancouver that I belonged to for a while maybe ten years ago. She was editing a magazine in those days, which I think is no longer around. When I go to her profile, I find no friends in common. So how did her name turn up on my page? She hasn’t requested me as a friend, either.

Maybe I’ll have to contact her to see if she has a clue.

Earlier this evening I received a friend request from a friend in Vancouver that I’d lost contact with. I sent her an email and am looking forward to hearing back from her. Some contacts on Facebook are great. Others, not so. I unfriended a couple of people who are constantly playing games or cluttering up the page with stuff I don’t care about. One I didn’t know at all was just recommended by a mutual friend. The other has a writers’ newsletter and apparently wants all the subscribers to be friends. It took a while to figure out the “unfriending” process.

I’ve been fighting some kind of a bug the last few days—aches and pains and an upset stomach. I’m feeling much better tonight, but still eating a lot of soup, toast, etc. I hope to be able to get back to the pool soon.

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