November 13, 2006
Let There Be Light
Yesterday morning I woke up, walked in to the bathroom, and hit the light switch. After a brief flash of light, the room returned to darkness. The lightbulb had burned out. In my early-morning confusion, I couldn't quite believe it, so I flipped the switch a few more times before accepting the fact that I would just have to change the lightbulb. Normally, I would just leave it for David to do, but he won't be home until Tuesday night, and I couldn't imagine showering (er, bathing, rather, as we don't have a proper shower) and flossing my teeth in the dark for three days. Changing the lightbulb myself would be no easy feat, however, as our house has rather high ceilings and, even with our handy stepladder, I wouldn't be able to reach the light fixture. So I employed my monkey instincts, using the toilet as a stepping stone to scramble up on top of the sink. With one foot on either side of the counter, I was able to unscrew the light fixture (yes, David, I cleaned it while I had it off!) and change the bulb. For the rest of the day I was so proud of myself that I told everyone I saw about my lightbulb-changing feat. It only takes one Emily to change a lightbulb, but she needs about a dozen people to talk about it with afterwards!
Posted by eklanche at November 13, 2006 08:49 AM