F. B., or not F. B. - Being 60 (week 50 - by Margaret Ullrich)

It's Palm Sunday.

Oh, crap.

I didn't do anything on my Lent List.

I didn't even manage to read that little black book every day.

Don't be ridiculous.

Not THAT little black book.

I haven't had a little black book like that for over 40 years.

Well to be honest, I never had a little black book like that.

At most I had a page's worth of phone numbers.

Not a whole book's worth.

We're talking the 60s.

Now folks need a page to keep track of someone's phone, cell, email, etc. etc.

I'm talking about the little black book I got from church on Ash Wednesday.

I was supposed to read 2 pages every day.

I meant to.

It seemed simple enough.

The book has large print.

I don't know where the time went. 

Well, maybe I know where some of it went.

Okay... quite a bit of it.

Facebook.

It started simply enough.

I got in touch with some relatives.

Then some old classmates.

Then some friends.

Then some work-related people.

Then some friends of friends I met through FB conversations.

Oh.

Okay... there's one week to go before Easter.

Time to bite the bullet.

Time to show I haven't forgotten everything I learned at St. Fidelis.

Time to show I still have that old time religion.

Time to show I still have the 'right stuff'.

Time to show I still have some self control.

Time to stop facebooking.

At least until Easter.

I can do that.

Sure.

Can't I?