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At the end of a happy day. Helen I spent a few delightful  hours grocery shopping together this morning and we discussed a wide range of topics including why groceries put dye in meats to make them look more appealing, the lack of meaning in the word natural on foods, how to calculate the cost per ounce of various foods so as to compare prices when the package quantity varies, the danger of the impulse buy and the science of marketing which promotes such purchases, how to determine whether a jug of fruit juice actually has much juice in it, etc. It certainly wasn't my intent to convey to Helen that the grocer is dishonest--I'd have said the opposite about our local Hy-vee store if she'd asked--but that was the language she used to describe her conclusion at the end of our shopping tour. Along the way Helen helped me avoid spending $150 on a piece of electronic equipment she was sure our family didn't really need, consented that an unplanned purchase of beer was not al

Perhaps I was wrong. I doubt it.

So this weekend was the first time I was glad to have a Facebook account. Someone invited me to be their Facebook pal over a year ago and I have never really used it except to accept friend requests so as not to be rude to people with whom I have enjoyed real relationships of over the years. But from the hospital on Thanksgiving day the experience of scrolling past Thanksgiving greetings and vignettes from people I have known over the last several decades was genuinely a blessing. So perhaps Facebook isn't so bad after all. Though grouchy Luddite that I am it has taken my a while to come 'round. So today it occurs to me that if I was wrong about Facebook, perhaps I've been wrong about blogging as well. I have always resisted blogging thinking that unless I had something really worth writing about, I ought not clutter the world with yet more useless information. Since I have rarely found time to think or write about anything of much significance I've stayed away from b