Look at this photo for a little while…
This is our unspectacular, slightly wonky, 33 year old chandelier, an upgrade done by the previous owners of our place. They bought the house, new in 1984, and sold to us in 1985 for a handsome profit. We chose this place because it backs onto a narrow, forested park through which a gentle stream flows and warblers, hummingbirds and Monarch (what’s left of them) butterflies migrate every spring and fall. The central staircase made us go oohh, ahhh when our agent and friend took us through. Sold!
Anyway, this is about stuff we 70 somethings learn to take for granted until a grandchild shows us how she observes her much newer world.
This past Christmas our M, just turned 4, a frequent visitor all the way from Ann Arbor, Michigan said:
Papa, one of the lights in your chandelier is not on.
Did you notice it? It’s obvious now, isn’t it?
She and her mom stayed from December 23rd until January 7th. They love to visit. We love to have them.
It is now March whatever and Papa has still not replaced the bulb. There is no excuse for this neglect. I have spares in the unfinished section of the basement, hanging in a plastic shopping bag on a simple nail beside my wooden, homemade workbench.
Think I’ll go and change it now… before their next visit…