Touchkeys Unboxing and Pre-Installation Testing

Fawns in the Rain

The fawns which visited not too long ago returned during the rains the other day. There's flooding down by the river, but I am on a safe incline. I hope and pray the poor folks down by the river come out of it all without harm.

Midway through Installing Touchkeys on the FP-90

The testing phase complete, I have begun the installation. Before I detail that I'll talk about the testing phase. In the testing phase, all the boards and sensors are hooked up in the proper order, and plugged into the USB connector on the computer, to be powered up and tested through the software. I laid mine out on poster board, which proved convenient as it was strong enough to hold the laid out sensors, and convenient to move them to other locations out of the way, as I lack a lot of free surface space at this time. The testing phase went well save for one hitch, in which the last board's sensors would only function once in a blue moon. After some helpful advice from Dr. McPherson, and reading about previous installations on the Touchkeys group, the most probable cause for this appeared to be a lack of sufficient power from the USB port. I spent a good deal of time fiddling around with possible solutions -- plugging the USB cable into all sorts of ports, and f...

Before Winter Birds and Trees

' Behold the birds of the air, for they neither sow, nor do they reap nor gather into barns; and your heavenly Father feedeth them. [Mt 6:26] The birds are the saints, who fly to heaven on the wings of contemplation, who are so removed from the world that they have no business on earth. They do not labour, but by contemplation alone they already live in heaven.' St. Anthony of Padua 'Shall we all be saved? Shall we go to Heaven? Alas, my children, we do not know at all! But I tremble when I see so many souls lost these days. See, they fall into Hell as leaves fall from the trees at the approach of winter.' St. Jean Marie Baptiste Vianney, the Cure of Ars 'Yesterday, our old St. Francis of Assisi was more poetical than ever, in the midst of his tears and of his bursts of love. Speaking of the soul of man, which ought to aspire to God alone, he cried out, "Does the fish seek the trees and the fields? No; it darts throu...

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