Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Monday, July 30, 2012
A hardware success story...
Okay, this is embarrassing. The chain broke off my closet light about a year ago. I fumed a little, then began screwing and unscrewing the light bulb to see into the darkness and preclude any faux-pas like arriving with two different shoes on, which has happened to me and no one bought the story that it was the latest from New York. And the other day, when I was trying to unscrew the light bulb, this thing popped out of the socket. I looked at it and thought, Holy filament, Batman! I could probably get a new one of these at OSH! So today I put the whole thing into my purse. This saves me from trying to describe what I need. I just hold it up and say "I need a new one of these". Once, I managed to fix my toilet that way. Well, the first aisle I was directed to was not the one I needed. And, after perusing the infinity of items that come under the label of "lighting", I asked someone else. What I needed was around the corner. I am always proud of myself when I solve one of these little life dilemmas. I was going to pay a handyman to come in and do this for me, along with some other little repairs, but gee, I fixed this one for under $4. Oh, wait, I have yet to screw it in and try it out. That is another chapter in the never-ending uphill battle with this cruel, cruel world.