I’m in mourning. My printer died. It was an HP Envy 7645. Capable of printing photos and prose pages, it pumped out thousands of each since I purchased it at the recommendation of my IT guy. Heroic and true blue, it lasted nearly two dozen years with only a few heinous paper jams – and even those were quite easily cleared.
It was magical… until it wasn’t.
I cherished the convenience of printed photos at home, providing lasting mementos of our trips. I treasured the immediacy of placing the photos in albums within days of our return. Our monthly calendars sport pictorial evidence of good times we’ve had, our good life displayed to banish thoughts of bad or sad. Those events are neither photographed nor printed, so out of sight, out of mind.
But the model has been discontinued. Should I trust the one sold on eBay?
But wait. After my personal attempts at troubleshooting failed, I called my brother, my IT guy. He reminded me that 8 1/2 X 11 paper still fed through and ink was applied. I’d still be able to print pages for my writing critique group and write letters to family members and friends (yes, I still subscribe to these old-fashioned means of communication). With an app, I could upload my photos to my local pharmacy, which housed a small print shop in addition to selling potions and lotions and pills. While the price of gas was sky-high and wasn’t likely to come down in the coming months, I could combine the purchase of those items with a pickup of photos I wanted printed via the pharmacy’s high-quality – and self-service – machines.
QED (quite easily done)
Here’s a recent favorite. Isn’t it great to preserve joyful moments like that! I’ll bet just seeing the photo within my blog post evoked a smile on your face… QED.
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