Never Enuff Cranes. Facebook.

Cranes still there. That's definitely a nest, isn't it? There's a third crane too but you only see him part of the time. The nestling, I suppose.

Also some months back I made a Facebook listing. I'm not sure why I did it – I suppose I had some vague idea I could use it to promote the Little Store. My social networking system of choice is and always will be the Well although I almost never post there anymore. Still, that's the group of people upon whose internecine soap operas I came to cyber-age.

Anyway I started getting email there, including some from Max. And a few weeks back got a burst of self-confidence and invited the people I'd been emailing with to be "friends."

Notion of "friends" on Facebook is different from the notion of "friends" on LJ. Here it's people you don't know, may not want to know but whose lives and ideas you enjoy reading about. I'm very loyal to my LJ friends. There it's people you actually know and I've yet to figure out how you communicate with them. Beyond email which you can do already. You "poke" people apparently.

Anyway, Max wrote back immediately: "What do you hope to prove by this?"

And I really didn't have an answer. Is it inappropriate for a mother to befriend her son on Facebook? Maybe it is and I'm just a clueless cluck.

So I apologized to him when I saw him over the weekend – "Sorry, I really didn't know."

My feelings were maybe the teensiest bit hurt but then I remembered my feelings towards my own mother when I was twenty-one, and I understood.

This morning comes the email that Max has accepted my invitation of friendship.

I thought that was very sweet, and I hereby vow that I will not look at his Facebook page.