We have One Of Those Ceiling Fans. This is a ceiling fan that is in the middle of the highest ceiling in the house and situated in such a place (next to the staircase to the upstairs bedroom) that you can’t put a ladder anywhere near the lightbulbs. I seriously think that the lightbulbs were put in the fan before the fan was installed. I had no idea how they would have gotten lightbulbs in there otherwise.
Until today, that is.
So when you explain to the guy in the hardware store that you need to change a lightbulb that is, seriously, 15 feet away he nods and smiles as if he hears that question all the time and then sends you to the grabbers that would be most useful to a grocery shopper on a Rascal ™. So we explain to the other guy and he gets us this tool that extends, like, forever. Give me a fulcrum and I could move the world with this thing. At one end is this tacky springy hand that, tah-dah, CHANGED THE DEAD LIGHT BULBS.
Now, of course, there’s probably a bunch of handymen around here who said “yeah, we totally knew about that sort of thing.” Sure.
But, already, I feel like I’m going into this weekend with a total victory under my belt.
Which is good because despite the fact that it’s a three-day weekend, I’ve got to spend it studying… though I will do my darnedest to make sure that we hang with our dear friends who have recently had a baby at one point and I know that gaming night returns with a vengeance on Saturday. All work and no play makes Homer something something.
So… what’s on your docket?