Saturday, 4 January 2014

Taking Time Out.

Made a lot of progress wiring up a pair of HO scale street lights plus their resistor. Then, at the 11th hour, one of the connections snapped. The lights have to be wired and installed as a pair so a disconnection to one of them scuppers both. Instead of weeping or losing my temper, I decided to call it a day, down tools (wire-cutters, soldering irons, pliers, solder, wire, scissors and heat-shrink) and retreat from the situation or count to 10, or take time out; and return to the task tomorrow.

The street lights plus resistor

One is in position

The white wire which sheared away from the end of the  black wire.
It will be a miracle if it all works in the end.

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Currently listening to:

An EP from Golden Teacher entitled "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night, presumably, after the poem by Dylan Thomas.

The Limited Edition Silk Screen covers of the EP.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Corned Beef salad.

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