My sight with cataracts.

This is how most folk would see this screen.

This is about how my right eye sees things now.

My left eye is fairly useless now yet manages to help my right eye out, I can't read the computer screen with it but it does add to my sight.
What's a concern is the cataracts snuck up on me over a long time and I was very late to realise they were the reason my eyes were being naughty. My right eye which has been reasonable I think is now trying to play catch-up to its partner and has lost some more vision recently, meanwhile I patiently wait for my name to bubble to the head of the hospital waiting list, hopefully within a couple of years but I may need to buy a white cane beforehand.

Soldered.

I didn't much fancy the idea of using the crimp type cable end ferrules that appear universal on pushbike brake cables these days, so I soldered the end instead to hopefully stop fraying.
The old cables were a bit short to enable me to raise the handlebars a little bit so I fitted new cables. At my age and health a racing crouch is a fearsome prospect.
Solder is a word that due to the quirks of regional dialects American's are unable to pronounce, it comes across as a brand of wonder soap.

It looked familiar.

This street scene from the road film Charlie & Boots (2009) looked familiar so with a tiny bit of street googling it showed it was only shot 200 metres up the road from our place.
The car is a HJ Holden, common here years ago but would be pretty well unknown in much of the world.

Six years now since Grace left us.

I said hello and gave her plague a wipe over. Bending over is a very awkward thing for me to do these days as my insides pop around with a squidgy feeling when I overdo it, hence the fancy style of my bending here.

Then left a flower from our yard the same as I placed upon her coffin.

Grace shares this day with the great entertainer Al Jolson, whose last words I can really relate to "Oh, God, this is it! I'm going" something that three months ago I could have said, except I was cranky at the doctors in the hospital and didn't want to tell them anything, that machine I was plugged into dobbed me in though and got the nurses (whom I had no issue with) to jump on my chest enough to leave a painful reminder of the event. 

It's just a flower.

I rode the pushbike to see the doctor today, a visit that should never have happened but since I almost always carry a camera (in this case my old budget favourite Olympus SZ-16 that must be nearly  worn out from use and incidents) and I spotted a cute lonely flower beside a new cement footpath that was begging to be photographed.

A pity for me is I can't see well enough now to see what I'm doing so I have to guess a fair bit about what I'm doing. Olympus are struggling along nowadays but they sure do colours nicely.
My health improves after winding down for many years before that unexpected operation in July, hopefully I'll be able to share more simple little things like this.

A win this time.

One of Olivia's friends computer wouldn't boot up, something that was very puzzling but since it booted from another power supply, that shortlisted things to inspect before changing it.
This capacitor in the poser supply looked slightly suspect so I whipped it out and put a slightly different one from my stock at home, happily the result was booting and running stably.
This one was a 330µF 16V, I put in a 470μF 35V, close enough for Jimby until it explodes.
How I saw the bulge is hard to explain given my eyes couldn't read its value and I had to take a series of photos so I could tell what the numbers on it were.