Light

Before Danny's visit I replaced several light bulbs that had gone out. I don't know if it is a problem with the electricity or just cheap bulbs but we seem to lose lights frequently. And every time a bulb burns out it flips the breaker that all the lights in the flat are on. So we have to go find the breaker in the dark, flip it back, just to get all the lights back on minus the one that blew.

One of the light bulbs I replaced before Danny came was the one in the stairway. It dangles from a wire and is perfectly positioned so that it is too far over to reach from the top of the stairway and too far up to reach from the middle. I had to stand on a step stool at the top of the stairs, snag the cord on a broom stick, then hold onto the cord with one hand while changing the light with the other.

After Danny's visit I made another run to the store and replaced the rest of the burned out light bulbs in the flat because it is really so much nicer to have light. I wondered how long we could boast having all of our lights working.

Not long. The one light bulb in the fixture in my office that I didn't replace recently has just gone. You might not think it would be so, but it makes a big difference. It is dismal in here after the sun goes down and I had to move the bedside lamp onto my desk so I could see my guitar book.

Le sigh. I guess I'll have to go to the store again.