29-04-2022, 10:02 AM
I remember you telling me that, why my brain cannot grasp the word capacitor instead of transistor I have no idea, but it used to annoy the poop out of my engineer husband too, lol. So, not an age thing...
But I would be intrigued to try that repair, only I don't think it was the foot control. The machine motor 'popped' and there was a puff of evil smelling grey smoke, so I stopped sewing, pulled the plug and put it outside just in case. No flames emerged so it was packed away in the cupboard and has been there ever since. I think it probably needs a serious bit of doctoring.
And popeye, it is a shame you cannot use nsaids. Without their magic I simply cannot move without screeching. They enable me to live a fairly normal life, albeit a well planned sensibly quiet one.
This morning I have pea and ham soup on the stove, and have planted up a rescued very dehydrated orchid into my big goldfish bowl, with some gorgeous big chunks of real cork bark, spag moss and tea leaves, supported by some very interesting bits of dragon stone left over from my aquascaping days. I am hoping the very few live roots will appreciate the care and the leaves enjoy the humidity the bowl provides so they can fatten back up over the cooler months. They can be tricky things orchids, but it is worth a shot.
The bowl orginally held my pothos jungle vines, growing in very murky water and were overdue for a sort out. When I did I discovered a very unattractive large fat black caterpillar amongst the leaves, not a species I had ever seen before. A bit of research suggests it is - or was an armyworm larva. The last thing I need in the garden, in or out. Seems climate change is supporting the spread of that pest, so I will look out for more among my vegies. They can be an awful thing to get rid of...
But I would be intrigued to try that repair, only I don't think it was the foot control. The machine motor 'popped' and there was a puff of evil smelling grey smoke, so I stopped sewing, pulled the plug and put it outside just in case. No flames emerged so it was packed away in the cupboard and has been there ever since. I think it probably needs a serious bit of doctoring.
And popeye, it is a shame you cannot use nsaids. Without their magic I simply cannot move without screeching. They enable me to live a fairly normal life, albeit a well planned sensibly quiet one.
This morning I have pea and ham soup on the stove, and have planted up a rescued very dehydrated orchid into my big goldfish bowl, with some gorgeous big chunks of real cork bark, spag moss and tea leaves, supported by some very interesting bits of dragon stone left over from my aquascaping days. I am hoping the very few live roots will appreciate the care and the leaves enjoy the humidity the bowl provides so they can fatten back up over the cooler months. They can be tricky things orchids, but it is worth a shot.
The bowl orginally held my pothos jungle vines, growing in very murky water and were overdue for a sort out. When I did I discovered a very unattractive large fat black caterpillar amongst the leaves, not a species I had ever seen before. A bit of research suggests it is - or was an armyworm larva. The last thing I need in the garden, in or out. Seems climate change is supporting the spread of that pest, so I will look out for more among my vegies. They can be an awful thing to get rid of...