And the light finally goes on…

Last Wednesday night was not drama practice…it was Ash Wednesday. After the service, I stayed late and worked on a client’s website using the church’s computer. That didn’t work out. I use Dreamweaver, and the CPU was lagging, causing more errors than I was fixing.

At any rate, I stayed until just before the alarm system went on. So I was late getting towards home. And chose not to take the time to get lightbulbs.

I arrived upstairs at my apartment knowing that I did not have the lightbulb that I needed to replace the burnt-out one in the bathroom.

My apartment is a second-floor flop above a restaurant in an ancient building in the downtown City. The building to one side is also a restaurant, to the other, a beautyshop with an apartment above it.

Thus, I have a high potential for a pest problem in my apartment. It doesn’t help that one of the restaurants is Chineese food (said tongue-n-cheek).

However, I do not have a pest problem because I am ever-vigilant against them. I have egg-stoppers and bait traps which I replace regularly. I have mouse traps in strategic corners. So far, I have not ever caught a mouse, nor seen evidence that the bait is eaten in the bait-traps.

However, the occasional transient pest does dare set foot in my apartment, usually driven there do to a pest treatment downstairs. For this reason, each night when I come home, I spend a few minutes “inspecting” the premises for crawlers.

So, it is with deliberate intent that after glancing through the kitchen, that I stepped into my dark bathroom where the bulb was burnt out, and checked the sink, walls and floor boards for vermin.

As usual, there was none. I stood briefly and stared at the light fixture, and chided myself for not taking the aproximately 8 minutes to get bulbs at the nearby WalGreens.

Then, after the thought, I shrugged, and figured I should at least make my visit to the bathroom a practical visit. Having no immediate need, I decided I should wash my hands. Its a sensible thing to do in the flu season. click

I couldn’t stop laughing.

Thursday, I lingered at Jill’s apartment, hoping to be opted-in to a grocery run by her and and another friend. No luck was had by me, so I left around 10:20, and got home shortly thereafter. Again, I didn’t get bulbs.

Again, I was in the bathroom. This time, while I was scanning for vermin, I chuckled to myself about last evening. Completely relaxed from my chuckling, and the lack of vermin, I left the room, and habitually turned off the light. click

FRIDAY! Friday I left work on time, which is rare these days. I ran a couple of errands — enjoying the beautiful mild weather — which included a stop by WalGreens for bulbs.

Once home, I brought a chair in to the bathroom, positioned it close to the sink, above which is the fixture. I went back out in the kitchen to get one of the bulbs from the package. When I returned to the bathroom, I looked up at the fixture, thought it was a little dark still to be able to see what I was doing, and tried to turn on the light. click

I giggled most of the time it took to change the bulb.

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