The Blog's 82-year-old Mom is now on Facebook.
The Blog's dad is a tech wizard. He was a systems analyst decades before computers were cool.
So it should not be surprising that The PC's mom and dad are on the bleeding edge of computer tech.
They owned a home P.C. before I did. They had a DVR and satellite TV when The Blog was still taping shows on a VCR.
They regularly text and Skype™ with some of the kids and grandkids.
And The Blog is lagging behind.
But the whole social media thing didn't catch on with them.
The Blog's Mom has had a Facebook page for over a year.
The Blog, Jr. and The Blog's nephew set a page up for her, over a year ago.
But, she had no idea how to access her page.
A couple of days ago, someone helped my mom access her FB page.
And now, she is active.
The first ever comment I got from my mom was on a post I shared from my favorite, sciencey page, I Fucking Love Science.
"Watch your language, son."
Me: "Mommmmm!" It's not my language! I was just sharing!"
Because, seriously, I am 54 years old and will post what I want to post.
The Blog keeps a handle on his FB posts,
Vulgar language is the bailiwick of this space.
But, my Mom's understanding of FB takes on a sit-com level of hilarity when she responds to posts that she likes.
When she likes a post, she doesn't click on the "like" button.
She types, "like" in the comments thread.
Bless her heart.