In Celebration of a Small Victory

In Celebration of a Small Victory




In life sometimes we need to remind ourselves of small victories.

In my case my victory has been in fixing my laptop unaided.

Yes, it was the dreaded update that caused the problem, resulting in a total crash on Friday. I have learned from past mistakes and now save everything to an external hard drive. This foresight allowed me to restore everything without bursting into tears and lamenting the loss of precious work.

It does however steal time, which could be better spent elsewhere as the printer and scanner had to be reinstalled.

This incident reminded me how much we depend on technology to store things, that in a time gone by we would keep and record in a more physical way. The joy of opening a box of old photos or notebooks is to some, myself included, a delightful experience. Maybe because of this experience, I still enjoy printing off photos to hold and study in my hand not on a screen, and to write in a variety of notebooks using different inks and pens. Is it virtuous to keep to these traditions?

I wonder if generations to come will experience the same joy from finding old USB sticks, or will they be as obsolete as beta video recorders, and the information on them lost forever.

In a world where technology is constantly changing, we need to rapidly adapt to keep up, and be able to fix it when things go wrong. The world of business gallops at great speed, and the old fashioned way is not always compatible with modern life, save for one advantage… it doesn’t need a restore button.


Sing A Long A Story


I’m taking a musical trip down memory lane, initiated by a request to borrow my old karaoke machine for a retro night.

Once I found the machine and dusted it off, what a delight to discover the CDs were safely stored with it.

 You know the kind where the screen shows a copy -cat video of musical hits whilst the words flash along the bottom of the screen. The playing of which initiates caterwauling from a variety of people at various stages of sobriety.

At this point I must declare an interest, because I am usually the person “singing” along, not only to the song chosen for me but usually all the others too.

This leads me back to memory lane. There have been various studies showing the benefits of music when dealing with memory loss. You can try this yourself chose a song you loved as a child or teenager and I’m sure you will be word perfect.

 It’s not just about remembering the words though, it’s the memories the music evokes. Some happy some maybe less so, whatever the emotion, we are taken back to a place and time, and reminded of people and places we once knew.

I believe, but don’t quote me, there are strict rules regarding restricting the use of song lyrics in pieces of writing. That doesn’t prevent you using the essence of your memory as a story starter.

I still enjoy singing along when I’m listening to music, and I also like to have music playing in the background as I write.

My hope now is that if I hang around I might get an invite to the retro night, shame to put all that practice to waste.