Going back in time
Had to happen eventually; the basement stores are diminishing, and (just like in any other archeological dig), we’ve entered an earlier epoch. The stuff starts to take on a whole different patina.
Some interesting finds. Two expired passports: neither ever crossed a border. Tax returns, from a time when I didn’t even earn enough to pay taxes. Salary charts from my first years as a teacher: what once seemed like a lot, now… Old photos, devoid of colour. Bank books, from a time when you needed one to withdraw funds at your local branch. Again, the amounts seem …
And the dust and other airborne particulates. I can only stay there for one or two boxes at a time before needing to seek the great outdoors. The dog wonders about me. Four more boxes to the bookstore, another load of outdated data. Where In The World IS Carmen Sandiego? Did we ever solve the puzzles from Mixed Up Mother Goose? What about a set of cables for a home AppleTalk network? Am I cheating some other technical survivor of a chance to do things the hard way?
Found the rest of my microphones. Perhaps a paint job wouldn’t be a bad idea. Red and Green for two that would handle a stereo setup. Polished steel for a sunny day. Lots of ideas. The box of “keep” cables is now half full, and everything has been coiled (it prevents bird nesting, for an hour or two). The huge pile of empty cartons from the copy centre has diminished, but the guy said we could come back should the need arise.
