I’m that guy. I can repair a piece of electronics down to “the board level” and replace the components that are on it.
Lets be fair, some of the components are beyond me, smaller than a grain of sand. But the larger things are possible.
If I go out and buy a piece of electronics, I look into how repairable it is. I’ve replaced volume controls on a transistor radio, and the USB port on an external hard drive case.
I guess I was lucky that time, everything was spaced out just so.
Some of that can take a small forever to fix too, but I will give it all a try.
Once the warranty is up, I’m going to at least look inside the case of something.
You see these days, you find things sealed up, glued together and made so that you the owner never have a chance of putting a knob back on something. Specifically I am thinking of anything that comes out of Apple these days.
It’s also why I don’t use Apple laptops. I’ve had to replace bits on my own Thinkpads, Dell, and HP computers. There’s a limit with those too, but I demand the ability to easily replace the hard drive and the memory.
Try that on a Mac. I’ll wait.
Didn’t think so!
I waited for the house to be empty. Had to. Humans being social, they demand attention. Since the replacement of the battery on iFixIt was rated “Very Difficult” and at 30 minutes, I knew that I would probably have to take double the time to put a new battery in the phone.
It took a half hour alone to find the tools to do the job, and I have the tools. We keep them here specifically to do this sort of thing.
Started the whole mess at about 10:30. It would give me time to get it done, shower before lunch, and do it in a leisurely manner.
That first half hour of very carefully taking off the plastic fascia, and a few very strange screws had me stressed.
Rack was checking in. He padded across the tile floor in the quiet house without my knowing. I had a tickle at my elbow and looked over at the familiar black and white face.
Then I glanced at the clock. 11:30. I frittered away an hour getting tools, and a plastic sliver off the top of my phone.
Oh and two “T5” Torx screws from the top of the thing. I wasn’t completely lost.
Basically I was taking it slow. It’s a beautiful piece of hardware, but it’s ridiculously difficult to work with. In comparison, my older Samsung Galaxy S4 snaps open with a plastic cover in the back I can run a fingernail under. The battery is user replaceable as well as my SIM and my memory chip. Done in seconds.
I took the rest of the time to Noon to get the entire case open and splayed out in front of me.
Sighing, I got up and let Rack out for a walk in the back yard, and to make my lunch.
Lunch, Shower, and back at it in about a half hour.
The disassembly of the phone is a fourteen step process.
Remove antenna wires.
Remove ribbon cables held in by ZIF connectors.
It was about 3 in the afternoon before I had the thing disassembled and reassembled.
Each half hour I had a wet nose looking in on me. I guess that I was worried, Rack probably smelled it. He’d come in, look in on me, sit down, make me clear my head.
I’m glad he did. Oh he can’t handle a screwdriver or a soldering iron. He doesn’t have opposable thumbs. But he did serve a very good purpose.
He made me pause and look around. These pieces are so small that in some cases I used another cell phone to take a picture, zoom in, and look at it.
As a result Rack stopped me from having total vision failure from eye strain induced by bad design and teeny tiny itsy bitsy electronic parts.
Well, great! Time for a Smoke Test. You know, press the magic button and see if it comes on?
Oddly enough I had bumped it trying to seal the back and the phone came on before it was snapped in place.
Camera did not work. Flashlight did not work.
Rack came back. I paid attention to him. Set that phone down. I couldn’t see the monitor without
being right on top of the thing now.
When Rack left, I pried it all apart and re-seated all the connections.
Success! I could tighten those screws down and begin to charge the battery.
That half hour repair took me six hours.
Including lunch and a shower and letting Rack out when he needed it.
I think I needed that pause more than he did but I’m not letting him know that.
Trust In Dog, They Know.
That’s a mantra here. There’s a certain something that having a Herding Dog around the house will enhance. They learn. More importantly, they learn YOU. They also know when you need a distraction.
It’s not a weirdly bark at anything that moves thing. He actually knows when there’s too much going on, time to take a break.
Postie coming by and you’re involved in something? “Moof.” Rack says. Pay attention. Go get the mail, there’s a wee little box in there as long as some circulars and a J. Peterman catalog.
Like I said, Trust In Dog, They Know.
Now the Parrot? He’s shady. Needs to be watched over. He’s got his eye on the woodwork in this house…