An old iMac (very old, but still runs OS X) found a new home today, from my mother’s basement into the hands of the seven-year-old daughter of a friend. My sister, the original owner, used it daily for years to do her work as a publicist for theatre, TV shows, films and assorted celebrities. After she moved on to a faster machine, it served as a backup for family members and ultimately a handy email machine for my uncle who visits in the summer. I spent part of today doing minor maintenance on an old iBook, which will take the place of the iMac in the basement. Only challenge with this one is that the letters have worn off the keyboard buttons. No problem for my mother, the touch typist, but not so easy for me, who needs to hunt and peck. I might need to hook up an old external keyboard for my uncle; I’m sure I have one or two. We don’t like to waste technology.

I was just thanking the strange decision I made in Grade 12 or 13 to take the Commercial option programme offered at my high school. Office work was not in my radar at all, indeed I tended to look down my nose at those who aspired to it as a career. I am so grateful for that training. I can touch type and who knew how important that was going to be in the computer age all those years ago? And I did end up working as a secretary in my later years and loved it!
Rosemary