I'm not a total Facebook nutter,

It does, however, have its uses.

In the last little while, I've found people I haven't seen for 25, 30 and 35 years.

They are respectively:

The little Aboriginal girl next door when I used to live in Orange, who I always worried about afterwards and hoped things were going OK for her. (I can only assume that if she's got a Facebook account, it can't be all bad. She's got computer literacy, tech skills, funds, she looks healthy, she has a lovely family, etc)

A major crush of mine during high school, who caused me to have some very serious thinking sessions about who I was and where I belonged. (I ended up resolving that I am what I am, and am not changing for anyone)¹

And my first kiss. He was French, at a holiday camp I was at too. He was working his way around the girls in the dorm.²

And now at last my stomach has settled so I ought to go to sleep.

1. All-girl's high school. I wondered for a while if this meant I was supposed to be male, but then decided that no, I'm female, I like being female, I intend to stay female. But this did make me realise there would be people who didn't fit into the gender they were born with.

2. I don't care - he was *my* first proper kiss.

Someone in Melbourne willing to mind a cat for six months? Boosting a signal.

From 17catherines:

Hi all,

Does anyone know of someone in the Melbourne area who could foster a cat for 6 months? He's an indoor cat, house-trained, and well-behaved, but his owner is in difficult circumstances and needs a place for him to stay while she finds a new place to live. She can pay for his food and any other needs.

You can contact 17catherines by leaving a message on her journal, or get in touch with me and I'll gladly pass on messages.

(If we didn't have a pair of dogs and a 66.7% allergy rate in the household, I'd have my hand up in a second)