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What did I do to offend the spirit of Thomas Edison? I love my lights; I treat them with respect. I dust their little heads, vacuum their shades if they have one. Frayed cords? No way! Most of my lighting fixtures, whether they’re lamps or ceiling lights are vintage. Some of our lamps come from the 40″s and 50″s and most of them have been lovingly re-wired.
So why, can you tell me why in the past 24 hours not one, not two, not three BUT four light bulbs have just popped and died right in my hands? Last night I turned on the lamp that sits on my table/computer desk and after a couple of flickers, it went pooft! I called Peter to come fix it because I didn’t think it was the bulb. He didn’t think it was the bulb either BUT he tried testing the bulb on another lamp and nothing, nada, zippo. Peter put in a new 40 watt bulb and I was able to continue playing Scrabble, er I mean working! This morning I turned on the lamp and unbelievable!!!- the light bulb blew! Rummaging around through more halogen bulbs than I could use in a lifetime, soon to discover there are no more 40 watt bulbs 😦
Time to set up the table for Mah Jongg, the Mavens are coming here. After I spread out the olives, crackers, cheese and dips AND some potato knishes (it IS Chanukah after all), I switched on the overhead light above the table and I know what you’re thinking but you’re wrong – the light came on. But then it went out, and then it came on and then it went out. Peter!!! He tapped the globe a couple of times and it went on and it went off. Soooo he unscrewed the globe and took the bulb out, tried it in another lamp and it didn’t work at all. Now this lighting fixture had a 150 watt bulb in it and naturally there were none of those in the house. Best he could do was a 100 watt bulb and if you don’t think 50 watts makes a difference, well try playing Mah Jongg under it. Mmmm I thought, what to do? I turned on the kitchen light, the light under the cabinet and the turned on the tiny lamp that was on the window sill and THEN I picked my brightest yellow Mah Jongg set with all of the characters clearly visible. I thought that was kind of resourceful:)
About midnight when all the tiles were put away, table wiped clean and chairs back where they belong, I joined Peter in the bedroom. He turned on the light next to the bed and pooft the light bulb went out. FOUR??!!! Glory be to G.E.!
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