It's 12:45 am on Friday. I just got back from Dad's house. As I was driving by I saw Dad and Aunty Letty sitting in the front porch, so I made a u-turn to visit with them. I was surprised that they were still awake at 10:00 pm. Earlier, I had been at the Young Women's Girls Camp closing ceremony at Sirena Beach. It was a beautiful time, listening to President Clark's talk and then the girls' testimonies. When they were all done, I stayed back with two of the young men from our ward to help clean up. They helped me load tables and other camping equipment in the back of my truck to take back to Church. They worked hard, so I treated them to a McDonald's dinner.
As we talked, I made mention about how all of us now are so hyper-connected via the internet, especially Facebook. Alot of people would rather chitchat on Facebook, rather than see people in person. This brings me back to my present thought. As I sat with my Dad and Aunty, I was grateful that I had an opportunity to actually get some face time with them. We didn't realize how time flew as we talked about Mom, the possible garage, how Dr. S. almost killed my Aunt by prescribing the wrong meds, creating low-cost studio apartments using shipping containers, and other topics. Before we knew it, it was already past midnight. And here I am, writing about actual face time, and not facebook time. Now don't get me wrong, Facebook is a great tool to stay in touch with people who are far away, but more often than not, we need to get more face time with the special people who are just around the corner.
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