After Saturday’s productivity fest, I did fuck all on Sunday. Actually, I take that back. Both our outdoor lights require these incredibly annoying little bulbs made out of fairy wings or something. You can only buy the 25 watt bulbs because otherwise they get too hot and burn the seating, and Home Depot is the only place that apparently sells the bulbs that fit this light thingy. Which makes zero sense, because you’d think that the other place, the place where we bought the light fixtures in the first place would have the bulbs, right? You’d be wrong. Whenever one burns out, we usually wait a week or two until they all burn out, because it’s a pain in the ass to dissemble the fixtures and it doesn’t make sense to replace just one bulb, since the others will just die the day after you’ve finished the job. It’s like I’m Sisyphus and instead of a liver, I have ridiculously foofy bulbs picking at my brain.
Both the lamppost and the front porch light were down to one of three bulbs (Did I mention that the bulbs only come in packs of four? Because they do. One pack is not enough but if you buy two, then you’re stuck babysitting two perfectly good bulbs) but the remaining bulbs refused to give up. They were triathalete bulbs. It was like only a third of the 2-year guarantee bulbs got the pride of workmanship, the other 66% just had a nice outward appearance. So we waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, moments after I put up the fairy lights in the bushes, I went for the money shot, flipped the switch and nothing. Thus, new bulbs, trip to Home Depot, yadda yadda.
Note to new home buyers: pick out light fixtures that take regular bulbs, not bulbs imported from Venus or wherever. For what it’s worth, I did not pick out these light fixtures: They were a gift from June. However, I also did not learn my lesson, because I picked out three fixtures for the kitchen that require some crazy bulbs from Mars that cost as much as the actual fixture. We’re terrified that one is going to burn out before we can sell the house.
I had taken Monday and Tuesday of this week off, burning the few days I had saved for the possibility of a December trip. I ran around town all day on Monday: grocery shopping and then sushi for lunch with Esteban and the boys, then off to get the car washed and stop at the post office for postage for the Holiday Card Exchange. I also ran out to Sam’s to buy more blank CDs, since I had run out while burning stuff for said Holiday Card exchange. Then I came home and made roast leg of lamb with a red wine and garlic pan reduction, roast fingerling potatoes, a sort of cranberry chutney and some garlic haricot verts (AKA green beans. AKA things Esteban won’t eat because they are not corn). Then I plunked myself down on the chaise, watched TV and slapped labels on envelopes. It was, as you can imagine, exhausting.
And tomorrow, I’ll talk about today.
