We are PLAYTHINGS for the gods, comrades. Just when we think everything is GRAND, fate, as dear Mr. Wodehouse says, is quietly slipping lead into the boxing glove.
Today I was glowing with the satisfaction of having accomplished almost all of the chores I had assigned myself this holiday weekend! WELL DONE that granny!
- Car: WASHED!
- Various items disposed of on CraigsList!
- Sporting prints for son’s new house: FRAMED! Well, taken to framers. And what is more, a LOCAL business, costing twice as much as Michael’s Craft Emporium, but SO worth the extra cost because: encouraging local business! Also, well, I must own: laziness.
- Garden: cleaned out in readiness for winter! Mulched! Hoses more or less put away!
- Ancient and fragile Family Heirloom chandelier cleaned and dead light bulbs replaced without breaking any of the hand painted globes!
EXCEPT when putting in the last light bulb there was a ghastly WHUMP and all the carefully replaced bulbs went out. Sigh. I had a vague recollection of Lawrence saying something about a complicated electrical problem that he didn’t want to deal with–which is why, I now realize, that last light had no bulb in it. With sinking heart, I went down to the circuit board and reset the switch I thought might be the right one.
It wasn’t of course. It was the one controlling all the delicate electronic devices in the study, which all fainted and had to be revived with smelling salts, hot drinks, and reassuring words.
Tiresome, rather.
Anyway, I left a moving and pathetic message on the electrician’s phone, and look forward to spending a fortune reviving the chandelier.
At least we haven’t had any earthquakes lately.
Ohhhh, bummer !!! I hate that when that happens! (As in, one step forward, and two steps back……… !) Hope you had a nice glass of wine after all that!
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A kind friend has solved the problem! Lights all working now! And only for the cost of a new dimmer switch!
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