It’s
called a USB extension cord. Has a Macintosh logo on it. Well,
maybe not a logo. And maybe not Macintosh. But it says it has
a little picture on the package and it says it’s for a Mac and
I suppose it could be some type of official logo.
Anyway…
I’ve
found two of them on the shelves so far, and this one is a no
brainer. I’ve never owned any Apple computer, regardless of model
or how far back we go, and doubt if I ever will. (Not an Apple
thing overall. I use iPhones and iPads and that will continue.
Just never used the Apple line of computers.)
So,
I’ve got no need for a Mac USB cable. And I don’t know anyone
that is currently using an Apple computer of any age or style.
Easy
decision.
Toss
them.
Or…
do I?
Examine
the package more closely and it turns out the Macintosh information
is prominently displayed, but it’s also a bit misleading. Off
to the bottom on the front, with further details in small print
on the back, are notes that the cable actually is supposed to
work on any USB port/connection. It’s not limited to Mac devices.
Terry
and I are cleaning the basement. It’s a long overdue project.
And when I say long overdue, I mean that I cannot stress enough
that this is something that was needed when we moved into this
house years ago long overdue. We’re opening boxes that haven’t
been checked out since they were hurriedly put together to make
sure they are ready for the moving company, and we’re finding
multiple surprises.
Sure,
a lot of it is easy to figure out. Many things are just being
cleaned, then either placed where they should have been all along
or moved into a better spot for storage. And, many things are
being stared at in disbelief before joining the pile to be recycled
or thrown away.
Then
there are those strange items, and they are doing more than trip
me up.
If
it was just some sentimental attachment, I could understand the
debate. Give me a photograph and I could tell you that the moment
could never be captured again. Give me a movie or music, in any
format you may wish to name, and I can defend holding on to it
because nostalgia means no system that uses them are gone forever.
And
that broken fondue pot? Well, it can be set up and used. It does
work. And when we have the whole family together, it’s great to
have extras. Clear off a spot on the shelf for kitchen stuff.
But
this USB extension cord? I haven’t used one. Ever. Not one. Right
now, so far, I’ve found I have two. New in the box. Why? Then
I begin wondering if I might move something later on and an extension
cord might be just what I need, but wireless stuff is taking over
everything, and suddenly I’m trapped in the circular logic of
arriving at a day where I need one, had one, but no longer have
one.
(Don’t
believe it could happen? Well, some speakers we found for the
computer attach using a USB port. Maybe they’d sound better a
little further away from the desk. So there.)
There’s
a theory all of us have heard. Different variations exist, usually
involving a length of time since the last use. But the concept
is sound. If you haven’t used it in two years, you don’t need
it.
Honestly,
not too much room to argue with it. If you haven’t used those
mini springform pans in two years, and you’ve been making all
sorts of culinary delights in your home, there’s a good chance
you won’t miss them. And yet…
Mom
called yesterday. Conversation turned to a new blueberry cake
she had made. It’s kind of a cinnamon swirl coffee cake type of
thing. Bakes in a bundt pan. Terry and I haven’t used a bundt
pan in years. Maybe ten years. Likely more years. But that blueberry
cake sounds pretty darn good, and I’m glad we have a bundt pan.
Progress
is being made. Progress will continue. But it doesn’t mean it’s
easy.