I went last night to see my daughter in a school play. Since daughters don't always communicate very thoroughly with their parents I had no idea what it was.
There has been much talk recently of the drought conditions prevailing in this country which have recalled the severe drought of 1976. My memory is not always very good, but I can remember much about that year.
Well, I got my first Mac in 1989. Of course, it cost a fortune; but there were two music applications, Finale and Performer, which were fantastically capable and did the jobs I needed them to do in an intuitive way. I still use them 22 years later and of course they're more sophisticated and quicker and the hardware is miles better and costs a fraction of what it did then. So RIP Jobs. Apple may not be the same again but we've arrived in a technological promised land where those jobs are a lot easier and more pleasurable: there's no going back. Good Job(s)!
I can't help but express the release that rain is bringing to life here as I write this. It's a long way short of a monsoon feeling, but still and all it's early May - and it hasn't rained here for weeks. Enjoyable though the sunshine has been, a scorching Easter, it's all felt wrong: the ground has cracked hard, forest fires - at a time when we should have had April showers.
I know this will look silly in a few weeks when probably half the country will be under water.
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