I joined Facebook at the urging of my son, Andy.
For a while I just couldn't get into it. Photos of granddaughters and their friends with tongues grotesquely sticking out. Cutesy little quotes from lonely teenyboppers. Risque junk from adolescent boys. Really crappy stuff.
Then I started noticing some really interesting things written by more mature folks - as well as more thoughtful youngsters. Good photos. Shared articles. Personal updates. I found that as my Facebook "friends" increased, the "home" page gave me quick updates on what family and acquaintances were up to today.
Today I look at it as something of a social scrapbook. I put all kinds of stuff on my page. This blog gets automatically posted on it each day. Photos. Articles. Off the wall stuff. No rants lately, but I've been in a pretty good mood. 70's weather and all.
Then there's those "friends". Family, of course. A few old potter friends. Blogging buddies. Even a few people I don't really know. Yesterday I even got an invitation to be "friends" with a wonderful young woman who went to school with our two youngest sons. That was heart-warming.
One has to customize Facebook - make it your own. Then it begins to make sense.
So Facebook gets a half hour or so of my mornings, day after day. I rather like it.