Thursday, 29 November 2012
Christmas Shopping, the Moon and an interchangeable drill attachment with variable speed control and built in hammer drill option
It was well sunny today even sunnier that yesterday so dad was pleased because the solar panels were making power today, just over 10.5 Kilowatts which is not bad for this time of year, particularly as in the last few days it has been rubbish. And the Ghost Writer is bright and chirpy again because it appears that after a long conversation with a man in Ireland all is well with the world of IT and emails (for now anyway).
First thing this morning it was very frosty and although we feed the birds they eat it faster than we can put it out at present, sadly we do have to ration them a bit bearing in mind we are next a wood because the thing with birds is they tell their mates who then tell their mates and so on. The result of which is you put out a pile of seed, peanuts and half a loaf and 3 minutes later it is as good as all gone and they are all fighting blaming each other for eating all the food. Well all except the Black Caps who are so fussy that they will only eat certain foods and it must be the right colour, it is a wonder they survive the winter.
taken using my little 3.5 in reflector telescope
pointing a samsung NV10 down the eye piece
Esmeralda has discovered one of the drawbacks of being made mainly from metal is that is does get very cold and a pair of woolly fingerless gloves made by granny do not work well on a stainless steel hand with huge razor sharp talons. And even less so on an interchangeable drill attachment with variable speed control and built in hammer drill option. Apparently Esmeralda’s granny is making three pairs a day at present but does not mind as the alternative is more jumpers for Granddad, he now has almost the entire collection of Disney characters and granny plans to move onto The Hammer House of Horrors soon.
I have finally started to seriously think about Christmas, although I am not going to do anything yet until I have thought about it a bit more, I have decided to ponder things for maybe two or three more weeks. After which I will say O MY GOD and run round in circles a bit waving my arms around and finally putting a large carrier bag on my head, I think Christmas can be a bit like that at times. I may also be forced into that terrible thing we have all started doing, that very few like to admit too, particularly while fighting your way to the till in the toy shop, but I plan to shop online. I know yet another coffin in the nail of the high street shop, the friendly face behind the counter wearing antlers and a Santa hat while Slade sing Merry Christmas endlessly on a continuous loop.
Finally I have been out to take photographs of the moon, only it is very cold indeed, I refer to the moon, the night and me. . . .