The motorcycle finally was put back together last Saturday. The entire project was to install a 12v accessory plug (aka cigarette lighter). I had to take the front end apart to get to where I could tap into a 12v power supply that was turned on with the ignition switch. It turns out there are several ways the front end can be taken apart, but only one sequence in which it can be re-assembled. I got down to the last item (speaker cover) and found that I had to disassemble everything because that needed to go on as the first thing. As it was, I dropped one of the screws down into the engine area somewhere and it hasn’t resurfaced. But, everything works as expected and the job is done.

Dad came over to see the ophthalmologist today for treatment of his macular degeneration that has changed from “dry” in his left eye to “wet”. During the examination the Dr. took a number of pictures of the eye which were very interesting. It is clear that he has a “wet” problem. In some cases they can use a laser to cauterize the errant blood vessels, but in dad’s case his problem is where a laser would make matters worse. The other treatment is to have medication injected directly into the eyeball (I’m cringing as I write this). The Dr. used a cocktail of anesthetics to deaden the eyeball and the went to the side of the cornea directly into the eyeball to deposit the medication. Dad gets three more of these injections over the next three months. Nina says he didn’t even flinch. Good for him!

Today I built the tray below the bird feeders. The birds are quite picky about the seeds and toss about half of them to the side. Over the past few years the seeds tossed to the side have ended up on the ground as a feast for all the neighborhood mice. The tray should catch most of the seeds tossed aside and provide another place for the birds to feed. Hopefully this will significantly cut down on the mouse population in our yard.

I’ve also been putting poison down the mouse holes and collecting the dead mice to put them in the garbage for disposal. The poison has yielded a dozen mice (that I’ve found). That means there must be quite a colony underground. It won’t be there long, though. Next week the rototiller goes to work along that whole area and that should be the end of all the mouse holes. They won’t be missed!