Dancing cats

I went all the way to Fort Lauderdale to get this. (iPhone photo by BobbaLew.)

—The other morning when I unplugged my iPhone from my charger it displayed a “memory” I might wanna “share:” pictures from my recent trip to Fort Lauderdale to visit my niece.
I just got back.
No idea specifically who trolled my iPhone photographs, but my guess was SuckerBird and his cronies. Since I just installed Facebook “Messenger” on my iPhone.
But it may be something else, since I had an earlier Fort Lauderdale “memory” which I don’t think was Facebook. Some background program sorted my iPhone photos by location and date, and created a 2017 “memory.”
But I’m more inclined to think this was Facebook. (It wasn’t; read on.....)
Do I really wanna “share” this stuff? La-dee-dah! One picture (above) is of my niece displaying a new wheeled suitcase I bought to replace my cumbersome Ferrari duffel.
I used that duffel to make the trip, angering all-and-sundry. I traded it to my niece’s teenaged son, a lover of exotic cars. I always said that duffel was the closest I’d get to owning an actual Ferrari.
Also suggested were pictures I took of Sammy the Samoyed dog. I took those pictures in a dog-park because my aquacise-instructor, who I text too much, also has a Samoyed.
But I think Sammy was more impressive, mainly because he was so big: a giant white puffball.
Also suggested was a picture of my niece’s German Shepherd that wasn’t one of my photos. My niece took it awhile ago, and “air-dropped” it to my iPhone. Take that, goofballs! I just defeated yer fancy logic!
A friend suggests Facebook is for those lacking a life. I admit I follow my aquacise-instructor’s Facebook most every day — we are “friends.” Mainly because she often posts something worth reading, as opposed to dancing cats.
Another friend says Facebook is for arguing politics. One-up The Donald, or maybe even Limberger (Limbaugh), if that’s possible. Strident bellowing to boost a lie.
That guy says he no longer Facebooks, bringing sweetness and light to his life.

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Now that I’ve actually “shared” the photos, I don’t think it’s Facebook. Something, probably Apple, trolled my iPhone photos, setting aside those from my trip. GPS sorted ‘em into “albums.”
A text was sent from iCloud of all those photos, including one I reshot four ways.
That started a text-string of all those to whom I “shared.” There were only three. I’ve since realized I had other Smartphone users, at least three more.
Of the original three, my baby-sister — don’t call her that, even though we’re 17 years apart, and I drove her and my mother home from the hospital — texted back.
So did my aquacise-instructor. Some of the pictures were I and my niece’s children sticking our tongues out, a Hughes tradition.
With my iPhone I can access all human knowledge. Yet I get tongues out and dancing cats.

• “SuckerBird” is Mark Zuckerberg, founder and head-honcho of Facebook.
• RE: “the tongues out Hughes tradition......” —Years ago we called my mother “Motor-Drive.” She’d flutter ponderously about with her Instamatic photographing all-and-sundry. At a family picnic I hoisted my niece, about age-10 at that time, atop my shoulders, and my mother attacked: “I gotta get a picture.” “Hey Jill,” I said (her name is Jill); “stick yer tongue out.” In that picture both our tongues are out. That quickly became a tradition = all attempts at family photography by my mother were met with tongues out.