End of the season
There is something about this time of year; as the local tourist attractions sign off for the season, the photos of the seasonal workers are posted. These kids (for the main part, too young to vote) have been there, all summer long. Given their best to assure a great experience for the tourist. And themselves, leaving behind the inexperienced aura of a student and morphing into the adults that will be the workforce of the future. To all of you, thank you.
Another new computer arrived this morning, out of the trunk of our mail carrier’s car. We also learned that the new postal lockers enter service next week. Our new pickup point is much closer.
That new machine requires the usual prep; update the OS, install a second hard drive (extracted from the skeletal frame of its predecessor), try to test as many of the installed programs as I can before putting the box into service. Hard to believe that I have been shuffling machines since the summer of ‘82.
Meanwhile, I continue to configure my machine. Perhaps it is time to abandon Win7, to get my life up to date. I’m not ready, yet. After all, I’m following my own timetable on this, while doing the daily stuff on my tablet. I guess I am sitting on the fence between the old and the new.
Outside, noise. As near as I can tell, there’s a grain harvester working nearby. Is it already that time of the growing season, too? There are no potatoes in “my” field, so I’m unaware of the particulars, this year. My first thought when the floor started to vibrate was that the windmill erectors had received the green light.
