A convincing illusion
Son #1 just forwarded an aerial photo of our neighbourhood. So familiar, at first view… except… things didn’t appear to be up to date. Our house, MIA. The vineyard, MIA. The firehall, not quite as I had imagined. But, what do I know? Without a personal plane, or (at a minimum) a drone, I depend on the imagery of others.
Even Google Earth didn’t sync. Could this be an older photo? We had to ask, and son #1 confessed; this was a screencap from a recent iteration of Flight Sim (my first commercial software, purchased back when Windows 286 was current). Close enough to reality to fool an innocent onlooker, but don’t map your way back home using this as your only assistance.
For some reason, one of my ankles feels like I received an errant puck. I didn’t. Glad my hiking requirements are minimal. Maybe after a restful sleep, but my need to attach a cause to the effect is thwarted. One more piece of proof that age comes with a certain level of discomfort.
We had another visit from our itinerant electrician, to complete the wiring of a couple of switches in the basement. This is something I could probably handle, but when a tradesman with both the required tools and proper skills is onsite… another job off the todo list.
We had some rain this afternoon. Not much: less than six mm since morning. In what is starting to seem like a summer long drought, we accept even a minimal wetting. Don’t want wildfires or a dry well.
