Dicarded old school technology
In the “no sense planning” category: tonight’s supper effort. An outstanding pot of fajita filler, with just the right consistency to my sauce (less is more). Everything ready on schedule, despite distractions. And then, just me at the table. The others were “madly off in all directions”, as they say on the radio.
The big question, according to the weather forecast: will this morph into a green Christmas? Despite reasonable snow cover, the chances of warm rain have put a worried expression on those who forgot to mow their lawns. Will the neighbours suddenly take note? Seriously, no snow cover (around here) is so rare as to require a bulletin. The Island, on the other hand, goes through the boom and bust cycle of accumulated precipitation with remarkable aplomb.
This afternoon, I put in motion the abandonment of a technology. My stainless steel reels and tanks, along with safelights and trays, are going to the dumpster. The box is packed. Unless the governor sends a telegram, there will be no chance of recidivism; the darkroom days (and nights) are over. From now on, all memories will be digital.
I also packed the yearly cycle of software updates for income tax returns. Seven years into one cardboard presentation carton, along with the serial numbers needed to do an emergency reinstallation in case of Really Bad Luck (what some refer to as “an audit”). Extra space in the packing box…
Just thinking; if we get some warm weather, I’ll dismantle the weather station. You know, instead of waiting for a firm deadline linked to “a dark and stormy night”. Always wanted to use that phrase.
