So It Goes: Facebook wizz

It was a quick prelude to the more serious training on instagram.  But, given the fact that I am not 20 and born at a time when telephones had dials, my trainer spent rather more time than expected on the training.

I felt a bit better when a colleague of a similar vintage joined me in the training room and we looked blankly at our trainer together.

But ours was an excellent mentor and after only a few hours (a 20 year old could brush up on similar skills in less than five minutes), we left there, heads spinning, but with the capacity to load up our wonderful tales to a new facebook audience.

It’s a giddying time to be working in.

I returned after lunch for the instagram session, but my trainer recognised that glazed look of a person whose brain was full and suggested we save that for another time.  I strongly suspect that the other time may never happen, both for the sanity of myself, but more so for the sanity of our social media guru.  There is only so much patience one can muster when confronted with a social media klutz (or as my husband sarcastically calls me, a techno giant).

And so there I am on facebook, recognising with some degree of pride my own stories that have somehow magically appeared after pressing buttons I didn’t even know the computer keyboard had.

I am not entirely sure where the stories go, but every now and then something pops up and it warms my heart to see it.  And so, I looked twice at a story on Harrison Young.  The story looked like something I might have put there.  

But why would I be writing about Harry?  He lives in Victoria.

And yet  there he was, as real to me as if he had just got off his surf board.  I read the story with interest. It was written by Kate Zwagerman, a journalist for The Standard, another fairfax publication.  

The  inclusion of her story on facebook certainly had my attention and I was able to read that my second cousin is heading to The Amazon as part of his environmental studies.  There’s more to this facebook than an old journalist realises. It appears that the system works after all.

- Linda Muller