A time to sow
Today, I heeded the siren call. After an afternoon of updates and restarts, two of my laptops have climbed Hill Ten on the Microsoft mountain range. Why today? A question of chance, really. While looking for something else, I found the “spare” hard drive that I purchased for just such an occasion. One that was in the state I received it, with my (then) newest laptop. The drive has been reinstalled in the machine, and moved from 7, to 8, to 8.1. Today, 10. The drive is now back in its box, waiting for the next time around.
Of course, while I’ll continue with Seven, which works, I decided to move another, older laptop up. While the product is free, etc. I’m “experienced” in deciphering new interfaces, so this won’t be a cause for angst.
The basement is starting to look like my space. Move a few things around, rearrange the deck chairs, etc. As soon as I find the last bundle of cables, the radio station can go back into listening mode. And the recording dream? Soon, very soon.
While the laptops churned, I decided to try another sort of churn – my seeder. Which, as it turns out, is useless for more than a 4×4 bed. I ended up sowing grass seed, by hand, over an area of about a third of an acre. Slow, numbing work, trying to keep my walked rows reasonably straight by aiming at tall trees. A light rain added to the air. I won’t know until stuff starts to sprout (it better!) if my effort was worthwhile. I felt so “pioneer”. Now I just ache.
