Name the date and the place
Already the weekend? How did that come about? When “every day is Saturday”, as we were warned in that pre-retirement seminar, such distinctions are lost in the noise. I mean, if I want to watch a movie and eat a bowl of ice cream, I don’t need to consider if the activity will infringe on my employer’s rights. All positive, from where I sit.
Actually, I spent the afternoon researching someone else’s root. Fun, now that the ‘net brings everything closer, and I don’t have to load reels in microfilm. Plus, I can search on A and B; finally, algebra has a use.
I also spent some time putting old photos (belonging to someone else) into order. Well, not really order, but making a collection of old CDs into one, for loaning. My skill set just continues to find problems to solve. I also started drafting a short presentation.
Want to try an interesting exercise? Put a date to things you did more than a decade ago. And a place. I used to do technical work for a series of yearly conferences. Today, I started to wonder about the “when”. You know, the year and the place. The web is useful, up to a point, but archives take time to build. I was able to find about half the information I wanted, and the rest will be supposition. Although, to be fair, the request didn’t need to know those things. Just a subjective reply to the question “Was it all worthwhile?” I believe so, even if my employer was less categoric.
