My new year's resolution ..."Out with the old and in with the old." Getting potted with the old buoys!
There you have it. I am embracing my regression to the past and proud of it. Technology is confusing and not well suited to the way I think, or don't. The more advanced things become, the more uncertain I get. It's just me. If I can't figure it out, I give up. Happy to take the easy way out, because otherwise, I just become more frustrated and annoyed. So, my technological advances from here on will be limited. Not sure what that means exactly, because I have no idea where it's all heading, but I am content to mind my own business and help whenever I can. Simplicity reigns supreme and I am cool with how that sets with me and the people I love.
To that end, I will move along backwards and continue on a path less traveled. Preparing firewood is a high priority and in that I have fallen behind. But I am now urged on to rev up my wood processing because it looks like we are in for a fair amount of cold weather. Gotta keep the temperature up for all my technology! Ha. I'm still afraid of updating my operating systems for fear that it will make my old printer and scanner inoperable. This means that I am the proud owner of several relic computers which have, not unlike yours truly, become less able to run on low-octane fuel. So far I have been able to limp along on less advanced models.
Today's photo represents some of my interest in the less current. There is ample history represented in the variety of trap markers. I find it fascinating and fun to imagine how they were used and by whom. I'd bet there are folks among us who can identify the home port -- elders who fished way back when in waters around the area. We've found these little friends washed up all over the place over the years. Our children loved finding and displaying them in a variety of ways. On their bicycle handlebars, in the wagon, on the window sill, hung from trees, etc. They tell a story with the colors and designs of a community devoted to chasing the elusive bottom crawlers. I tried to explain to others how I likened lobstering to farming and the obvious challenges that are inevitable -- harsh weather, poor pastures, overcrowded fields, inevitable movement and complex feeding patterns. With time and age I guess, like farmers, trends are revealed and patterns established. But there is still the inevitable element of risk and the dangers associated with harvest. Tractors and lobster boats all run on similar fuels and powerful motors -- there is always vulnerability.
So that's about it for me. Don't ask me to update your software, but you can ask me about the ASA of an old film that I have saved and still use. As in the old card game "Bid Whist," you gotta name your poison!
Happy New Year Yawl!