Friday 12/22/2023
That rarity, an almost uncommitted day. At 9:45 I met with Ann C. to help her take her iMac down to her car, for transport to the Apple store. We (several members of the tech squad) have been fussing over this iMac for a couple weeks, trying to get her new Epson printer to print double-sided as it claims to do. In the course of those visits we had noticed that the iMac ran horribly slow, just taking forever to respond to anything. So she had a Genius Bar appointment. I didn’t go along, I only helped load it in the car.
Later she emailed the tech group that multiple geniuses had looked at it and claimed that it ran so slowly because the Intel chip — this was a 2019, the last year before the new Apple Silicon came in — couldn’t handle the current level of the OS. And she decided to buy a new iMac. I think when the new one comes, she will give me the old one. I will reformat it and install the last Intel-only OS version, and we can sell it through our gift shop. Some employee will buy it and get good use from it. Hell, I’m still getting good use out of a 2015 iMac. (Fortunately I don’t allow automatic OS upgrades, so it’s still sitting on an old OS version, and runs just fine. If I was in the Windows world, I’d be running Win10 still.)
Took a standard walk, despite some grumbles from the gouty foot. Put in a lot of guitar practice time. Spent a looooong time looking at AI tools for novel writing. There are several, and I’m going to spend some time trying out one or more of them.
Codgerville 