So I have used up quite a bit of today looking online and through books for good reads about women/ motherhood/ friendship.
This is just in case the other folks who come to the Salad Supper get a bit shy about the microphone.
I want the program to go at least a half hour, and longer is a bonus.
Many of my buddies have come through very nicely. One e-mail had SIX attachments with great ideas about what was used for banquets in the past.
Meanwhile, I found this one, which has nothing to do with Mother’s Day, yet much more with my chairsitting.
Friends Without Faces
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can’t help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand …we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search…lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we’ll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed-but-why we don’t know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we’ll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can’t tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our ‘puters…and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy…the truth still remains,
Most of my “friends” have no faces…
…and odd little names.
~~Rusty Black ©1996