One Year

"One year. 365 days. 8760 hours. 525600 seconds. Time, my friend, sweet sweet time." from my TN friend. Thank you.

 As today passes I was looking for a way to celebrate the one year mark of my cancer surgery wondering is it the date or is it the day? WTH…it’s my life…so I’ll just celebrate period. Thank you all for having been there from A to Z.

As it turns out, the universe has given me a gift of sorts of its own.

I have been a naughty girl, I knowingly did not abide by FB’s naming rules, got caught and find myself sent to “banned camp” as of this morning. Since I’m not willing to jump through their little hoop of sending them a digital copy of a government issued ID, I will not be begging to be unbanned.

Some will say why did I join in the first place when I knew the rules and purposely tried to circumvent them. Good question with no good answer beyond that I wanted some small measure of anonymity in such a global setting, it initially allowed me to do so and so I did. They caught up with it and that’s that. I will miss it, but not enough to give blood, pee inna cup or send them my driver’s license. After all the hoo-haa about information gathering issues FB has been having do I believe that there’s no way it would get loose out there? Huh…notta chance.

This is as good an excuse as any to make the time to do work at my blog, which has been more or less cast aside like yesterday rubbish out of pure laziness more than lack of material. Thus, like the mythical Phoenix, Camera Obscura will rise from its neglected ashes and find writing life again.

Bowing to the FB gods, I say…fare ye well FB…it’s been fun  and I’ll see ya somewhere in the slipstream. (My TN friend says her coolness factore just went up cuz she knows a REAL person banned by FB....this is why she's my friend...luv u gurl.)

Not bad work for a chilly, grey, rainy toos-day morning in mid-November.

"Live like you were dyin"....Tim McGraw