There were beautiful days of sunshine this past week. Saturday was so glorious. I worked in both front and back yards, pruning away the growth spurred by the winter rains. Our former neighbors stopped by to see the tulips growing from bulbs I had purchased two years ago from their small daughter when she was raising funds for her classroom. We all stood around in the front yard admiring flowers and reminiscing. It was that kind of day.
Today, Sunday, it is this kind of day:
Our old laser printer had died. Since we had a newer printer/scanner/copier that had been purchased for the San Francisco apartment, we weren’t in any hurry to replace the old printer that dates back to the days when I did the yearbook.
Terry did some research. He talked to a pretty, young, HP rep last week who reassured him about the ink cartridges. (The previous laser printer had cylinder cartridges that each cost $100. $400 to replace all the colors.)
The office supply store put the selected printer on sale so he headed out on Friday to make the purchase. He took the old printer and boxes of used cartridges with him. Because of the large purchase, they didn’t charge him to recycle all that old technology.
The new printer came out of the box, ready to go.
I went to the App Store, got the HP remote printer and I was all set. I could print directly from the phone which I have now done twice. I love technology. Rain? Not so much.