So I was doing my Facebook errands today as usual.... catching up on people's news; births, new puppies, job gossip, bulb selections for upcoming gardening, proposed recipes for tonight's dinners, elderly aunt's hip replacements...the usual. And I noticed that I was "liking" each announcement that I read and even commenting, congratulating and commiserating on many of them as I always do. And THEN I noticed that I never hear from some of these people....EVER! I support and cheerlead their political agenda du jour, their squabble du jour, their mellerdrammer du jour, and I get nothing. They're never interested in my delayed flight, my botched hotel reservation, my recipe for beef Bourguignon, my bulb selection, job gossip, hip replacement, buildings exploding, ocean liners hitting an iceberg, asteroids striking the Earth, NOTHING! N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!!! ....no comments.... not even "likes" to let me know they even read anything about my life.

You know, when I was a child, sometimes the drama of "drama club" would get to me, and I would wander off to a blackboard and find solace in the solitude (and rationality!) of numbers. I'd start out doing square roots, and drift towards some trig or geometry.... playing (and "conversing") with numbers was so ....um... peaceful. Numbers could be counted on, literally. They could add, subtract, multiply and divide...they could do all sorts of acrobatics with calm and precise outcomes. Their tricks could be plotted and even predicted on graphs, forming interesting shapes and designs, surprising you, without betraying or ignoring you.

So here I was just doing some math... and my numbers told me that I don't have to work so hard in the playground. What a ridiculously simple lesson for someone as old as I am to be learning at this late stage... my numbers told me that I could start taking away some numbers...

So if you're reading this (some of you TOTALLY BY ACCIDENT!), you may (or may NOT!) notice that this will be the last time you hear from me... You might care. But probably NOT. And if you, by some fluke DID read this, and you recognize yourself in the description I gave above on my Facebook page, take Christina Drayton's advice, paraphrased here, "... Start your motor - carefully remove absolutely everything that might subsequently remind me that you had ever been here, and get - permanently - lost. It's not that I don't want to know you, although I don't. it's just that I'm afraid I'm not really the sort of person that you can afford to be associated with.... No. Don't speak! Just... go."

By the way, if you DON'T, don't worry, I'll be taking care of it for you... you can pick up your three day old donut and curdled coffee by the exit.

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