In The Dark No More

For weeks on end, the light outside of the bathroom in my condo unit was out – and for all those weeks, I would rather the kids and me trudge around blindly as we step out of the bathroom than sum up the courage to just change the light bulb. There is absolutely no problem at all with me changing a normal light bulb but this isn’t the usual one – it’s the round-ish kind – and to change it, I have to use a ladder, which I am reluctant to because I get shaky by the second-and-a-half step. So, whilst it might be like peeling off banana skin for you, it was a climb up Everest for me! Anyway, a couple of days ago, another light went off…this time, near the kitchen and where my live-in helper iron the clothes. I would look at her while she irons the clothes silently in the dark…she not daring to remind me about the very-obviously-dead light. Then the one in my study room started flickering. OK…that’s it! It’s time to do something about this. If we go on like this, all of us would be doing everything by candlelight. The first problem was a size problem – I didn’t know what kind of size but I used the hand-measurement method (you place one palm one after another to measure the size of something) and got one…for testing. My live-in help and me struggled up and down the ladder trying to figure the damn thing out. I mean, who knew that changing a damn light could be so damn hard, right? So, up and down with screwdrivers (almost went up with a hammer and a nail when we ran out of screwdriver size) until we finally figured out we don’t need any of those utensils…all we need is a finger to gently lift the damn thin foil holder to remove the damn bulb!!! Oh, the agony of finding out the time you’ve wasted. But the point is that we’ve finally figured it out – let me be pompous for a bit here and say that I FIGURED IT OUT. I tried it and worked out the magical formula of changing the round-ish light bulb thingamagik that emits light when you poke at the switch…damn it! I took a RISK and figured it out and now, the home is bright again. Brilliant, amn’t I?