I may hold the distinction of being the last human being to have a cassette recorder (actually two of them) repaired in central PA. The company I contacted called me today and informed me that if I wanted my Sony transcribers repaired, I'd better do it now. They're closing up show at the middle of next month. It's been a day of reflecting on obsolescence, changing times, flexibility, and what the hell am I going to do next. I know the answer, of course: I'll continue to be a lifelong, creative problem solver. Some days that's more fun than others.
Joreen, Mary and the boys are down on the island watching baseball. I decided to stay home and work for a while. I have some transcripts I want to turn in, so I turned on the Flintstones machines and got down to it. Also, I have a tune rumbling around in my head that is trying to get out, so I've been jotting down stuff there. Meanwhile, it's 8:25 on one of the longest days of the year and I think it's time to go take Lucy out for a walk. This weather is like Paradise, innit?
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