This is me when I'm not doing the stuff for my regular blog. That means not necessarily as careful, not necessarily as able to do things, lots of things could be different than usual. I don't do trigger warnings, and I have genuine well thought out reasons that aren't just some kind of callous BS.
Fey is puzzled by my record player.
And she’s snuggling with me. And both of my ears can pop. And for the first time in weeks I can smell her fur. (And then she just startled again when she heard the needle go back to its holder. I wonder how she’d feel if she had seen it.)
I have a stereo that can hook to my laptop and convert anything that plays on it into mp3s. So I’m planning on (if my parents agree) digitizing a bunch of records from my childhood. Much easier than hunting down mp3s of some of this stuff. Cheaper too.
(And yes we still had records in the eighties. We still had a black and white TV too. My family was always a bit behind on that stuff. All my parents own right now is a record player and they can play most of their music collection. They’ve got all my grandparents’ 78s too.)
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