The parts for the camera drone arrived in the mail today. The distributor didn’t send them out until Wednesday. I had to pester the vendor on Tuesday for that to happen. So far the new motor and camera assembly are installed, tested, and everything seems hunky-dory. Next the blade guards have to be mounted, the extra batteries charged up, and that should do it.
Tomorrow is D-day for the second flight. The weather forecast calls for sunshine and a clear sky, perfect conditions for takeoff. I was anxious for getting the drone repaired, but the past few days were too windy to fly it anyway.
Knowing what went wrong with piloting its first flight, I know better as to what not to do again, and will take baby steps until confident enough to sail off into the wild blue yonder. Wish me luck.
Had to run to Home Depot to pick up some solder and electrical tape for the repair, and also got a refurbishing kit to fix a leaky faucet on the kitchen sink, the type with one handle to control both hot and cold water. The drip that was driving me nuts has ceased now once and for all. Did the laundry and began sorting through some photos taken yesterday of the Pennypack Park on the Delaware River bald eagles, and other assorted subjects. It’s been a busy day.
While looking for the needed supplies at the store this afternoon, I noticed all respirators and dust masks were sold out, which seems to be the trend all over. Sellers on Amazon are charging exorbitant prices for the items, according to news reports. I’ve noticed people are wearing them while walking around Philadelphia.
Folks are really becoming paranoid about the possibility of a coronavirus pandemic, stripping supermarket shelves of toilet paper and paper towels, bottled water, cleaning supplies and hand sanitizers, canned good and other foodstuff. The stock market has had its worst week in trading since the Great Recession of 2008, with the Dow dropping over 3,500 points this past work week over fears of business losses from COVID-19, as the virus is officially know. It’s crazy.
On a lighter note, I was looking through the news on Yahoo, studying up on the world, national and local affairs. Among the tragic stories and mayhem that prevailed, the following headline made me chuckle: “How Often Should You Be Replacing Your Undergarments?”
Now that’s quite a newsworthy topic, making me click on the link to read all about it. The main advice states that when it wears out is a good time for new ones. I knew that. Nothing is worse than holey knickers. Me mum always said to wear clean underwear just in case an accident happened, and I’d have to be rushed to the hospital or something. I suppose the same applies to tattered pairs as well.
Summing it up, the article suggests a year is long enough to wait before replacing an undergarment, or when the elastic stretches out and is no longer effective. No duh! I’ve got some that are two years old and older, which are still in my drawer and rotated into action whenever needed. Like doing the food-shopping, laundry is not a favorite pastime of mine either.
So goes another tirade. Thanks for stopping by and for your continued support.
Postscript (March 1st): The flight was scrubbed due to winds and gusty conditions. Going to shoot for tomorrow, Monday the 2nd, which is supposed to be springlike with a high temp of 61°F/16°C. I’m hoping the winds will die down.