I can log on to mine on the phone,but not on the laptop. Very weird and frustrating. But at least I know I'm not alone in this craziness. Facebook users all over the country and probably the world are struggling.
However, some weren't affected at all.
I mind because I can't post the beautiful artwork or photos or reallly anything.
Sigh. A first world problem. It will get fixed eventually.
"March is the month of expectation,
The things we do not know,
The Persons of Prognostication
Are coming now.
We try to sham becoming firmness,
But pompous joy
Betrays us, as his first betrothal
Betrays a boy."
- Emily Dickinson,
XLVIII
"This hill
crossed with broken pines and maples
lumpy with the burial mounds of
uprooted hemlocks (hurricane
of ’38) out of their
rotting hearts generations rise
trying once more to become
the forest
just beyond them
tall enough to be called trees
in their youth like aspen a bouquet
of young beech is gathered
they still wear last summer’s leaves
the lightest brown almost translucent
how their stubbornness has decorated
the winter woods"
- Grace Paley, A Walk
in March
The Rose-breasted Grosbeak won't arrive for another month or more. I wait for him.
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