“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‘temp.’ Use a word with ‘temp’ anywhere in it – beginning, middle or end – or use it as a word all on its own. Enjoy!”
When I read that prompt and see the “Enjoy!” tacked onto the end, I am reminded of a trip to Home Depot. 7:00 am on a Saturday, I schlepped my cart up to the counter and unloaded a wax ring, toilet supply hose, toilet tank gasket, a toilet fill valve and a couple of packs of allegedly brass bolts onto the counter. Beep Beep Boop, the original, not the sequel that’s playing in WordPress, and the clerk presents me with the total cost. Credit card swiped, receipt printed, bag-o-stuff handed off and the clerk smiled and said “Have a great weekend!”
Of course, could cover the spread on this deal by saying something like “I’m going to attempt to…” but that’s not my style. I take Linda’s prompts seriously. Plus I think I read something about “enforcement” somewhere in the SoCS plan of operations. Seriously, as soon as I read “temp,” two image came to mind. One is on the dashboard of my 1977 Dodge pickup and the other is everywhere.
If you have a temperature gauge in your car, you probably never see the needle out of the safe zone. If you have an “idiot light,” it probably only ever comes on when you start the car.
Car makers started swapping out gauges in favor of indicator lamps as early as the 1930s when Hudson, yes that was a car brand, started using Low Oil Pressure lamps instead of gauges. I don’t know when they started calling them idiot lights, but the term was well understood by the time I started driving in 1970. A gauge requires thought. The person reading the gauge has to interpret the parameter that is being measured and know when to be concerned.
Cars are much more reliable these days, but I was frequently concerned when driving that truck. It started OK, but it had a healthy appetite, and not just for gas. Gas went in at the normal rate, but every other fill-up had to have a quart of oil as a chaser. I used to call it a “rolling oil change” – others were less kind. In fact, a derisive definition of DODGE was “Drips Oil & Drops Grease Everywhere.” My truck also required an infusion of anti-freeze fairly often. I’d be driving along and the needle on the Temp gauge would start to climb into the red zone. I carried two gallons of a 50/50 anti-freeze and water mix in a space under the hood, right behind the passenger headlamp.
The everywhere Temp is a folder name. Not just one folder, tons of folders. People create temp folders, systems create temp folders, I create temp folders, I even have an old digital camera that created a temp folder for some files that it transferred to my laptop. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a temp folder under the dashboard of my Jeep. I no longer need to carry oil and anti-freeze, but I might need a flash drive.