After years of not paying attention to weight, we decided it was time to buy a new bathroom scale.
I didn’t know there could be so many models from which to choose. We settled on a digital display model that has really big numbers on it.
Our old one had the smallish numbers on it with numbers for every 20 pounds and then very small lines for all of the weights in between. Without glasses I had no chance of knowing what I weighed because I just couldn’t see where the dial landed.
The new one has numbers so large I could read it from across the street.
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If you weigh often, it can be downright depressing as it never seems to go down any. Except I have noticed that taking a shower drops my weight by 0.2 pounds every time. How can that be?
Someone asked was it possible there would be that much dirt? I don’t think I’m smart enough to figure that one out.
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I have had the pleasure of working with the Hillsboro Middle School students who are in the yearbook club. Their yearbook needs to be finished very soon.
Since it isn’t a class, they are not obligated to attend the sessions. I think they have been quite good for the most part about getting down to task.
We went to a new program this year, which meant they had to learn a new way of doing things. It is the same program they use in high school, so I thought it was a natural fit to make the change so they would have a head start when they get to high school and have opportunities to get involved with yearbook and other similar graphics projects.
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In the past we used a program that was like drag-and-drop very similar to the programs that are available on the Internet. But that isn’t what they will run into when they actually get a job in the graphics field.
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Do you remember the day when the only phone you could get was through the Bell companies? Or affectionately referred to as “Ma Bell.”
It was relatively simple to master using the old black phone—notice I said phone, singular—that hung on a wall in the central part of the house.
You would simply pick up the receiver that was attached to a black cord that was hooked to the phone and tell the operator the number you wanted to call. The operator would hook you up.
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While growing up in Minnesota, I had a friend whose dad was the manager of the local Bell telephone company. They used tall batteries for something, and when they were replaced we had the privilege of taking them to his front porch or mine. We hooked them together with wires and made a really hot wire. We used to melt things with it.
I think I remember starting dry leaves on fire.
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If you wish to share your comments or ideas, my e-mail address is joel@hillsborofreepress.com.
