Bizarre!

How strange! I feel as if a beloved friend has just left us… the time had come to replace my Mac Mini. We’d had it for over 10 years and it had served us well; it’s been replaced with an updated version as that’s what does the things I need from a personal computer the best & fits the space available. It had become slower & slower over the last few months, and every now & then the fan would kick in audibly as it struggled; I suspect it had got very dusty inside. I opted to go for the trade-in option, as that means that anything that’s still usable inside the box will get re-used, and the bits that aren’t will be recycled rather than just sitting in a cupboard until I got round to chucking it out.

So I did the Mac-to-Mac transfer, which wasn’t as horrendous or time-consuming as I thought it might be, though there were one or two little blips. But Apple Support were great & smoothed it all out for me, and the New Mac Mini was up & running easily a couple of days ago. Yesterday I managed to track down all the bits of data that had wandered off to other folders, so today was “Wipe Mac-Mini-1” day. I followed the instructions on the Apple website to prepare it for returning to Apple, but as it came to clicking the “Erase Disk” option I felt a real pang of sorrow!

It’s very strange; I know I’ll feel the same when my beloved Mazda Bongo finally trundles off to the great scrapheap in the sky. Or if my 1909 Jones Medium treadled sewing machine jammed irreparably, something having broken inside. My head knows perfectly well that they’re just machines; they don’t have personalities, they’re not my “friends” no matter how useful they are, but somehow my heart “knows” otherwise. And I suspect that that’s one reason why I feel I have to do what I do; I see perfectly good old tools, furniture or books sitting in a skip or at an auction and somehow they seem to be begging, “rescue me!” But that does rather lead to an excessively cluttered home, despite my efforts to re-home stuff profitably.

I suppose the answer is, stay away from skips, scrapheaps and auctions. But please tell me I’m not alone, and that other people out there do sometimes feel the same, and that some of the good old stuff that’s tossed away in our wasteful society will also be rescued – just not always by me…

My beloved “rescued-via-Ebay-for-£2.50” Jones Medium treadle, still very much in use!

3 thoughts on “Bizarre!

  1. Christine Fox January 24, 2021 / 3:54 pm

    Hi
    Don’t quite feel that way about machines. But my hatred of waste gets more and more passionate. Am very very cross at the moment that I am going to have to chuck VHS tapes in the bin because, it appears, they have absolutely no worth to anyone. I did find someone on the ‘tinternet who knitted the tape into bags but, being realistic, there is no chance of me doing that when I have a huge stash of wool to work through. Sigh.
    Thanks for your blog. I enjoy seeing what you are doing and it inspires me to keep doing something, however small.
    Chris

    • thriftwizard January 24, 2021 / 5:36 pm

      Thank you, Christine! Do you have a Scrapstore locally? They may have come up with some use for VHS tapes, although our local one isn’t able to take donations just now because of lack of space. But someone somewhere out there will have thought of something…

  2. Jayne January 31, 2021 / 7:11 am

    A few years ago I had to sell my beloved and elderly Honda which I had had for over a decade and I cried as we drove away from the garage. Her name was Hattie and she and I had had some wonderful adventures over the years and she never once let me down.

    I know my new car is “better”, safer, bla bla bla, but it’s not Hattie and never will be . . .

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