I did it! I climbed up, shaking like a leaf, and tried to remove the first glass globe covering the light. It couldn’t get it off. It made me so mad, I forgot about being terrified. Finally got them all off, climbed down and washed them, climbed back up and replaced the lights and globes. I felt like Wonder Woman.
I went to a restaurant the other day and was ignored by wait staff for a long time. I finally got up and asked a waitress at a counter to help me. She said she would send my waiter over, just sit. A few minutes later, a waiter came over and asked for my order. I said perhaps you should give me a menu first. He then went to help some other people and eventually someone dropped a menu on the table. As I picked it up, a waiter two steps behind him asked for my order. I pointed out I had yet to open my menu. He walked away. Finally I got my order and immediately after it was dropped on my table, before I touched it, a waiter asked me how my food was. I then took a bite and as I chewed, another waiter came by and asked how my food was. True story. Amazingly annoying, but the food was terrific.
Oh, thanks a lot! My lights are out in my kitchen and I have to climb on a step stool to change them as I am very short. That’s why I wait until all three bulbs are burned out — I’m terrified. I never used to be afraid of heights, but somehow now I am. Yesterday I tried to climb up the three steps and was fine when hanging on to a cabinet with both hands, but as soon as I let go and tried to reach for the screws in the globe over the lamb, I was shaking and climbed down immediately. Still, no lights in the kitchen and Thanksgiving coming, I’ve got to get brave and do it.
My class was on a field trip to Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan. The chair Lincoln was sitting in when he was shot is there. The guide drew parallels between Lincoln and Kennedy. At that time, the greatest sin for schoolkids was the possession of a transistor radio. One girl flipped on her radio a few minutes later and heard the breaking news that the President had just been shot. She screamed the news and a teacher flipped out and took her radio away. We begged to be able to listen to the news, but she was adamant, no radio. We got on the bus and someone toward the back of the bus took out her radio and we crowded around to hear the news. Still no word on whether he was dead or alive. The girl suggested we all pray for the President and got down on her knees, which again drew the attention of a teacher who came running back and took the radio, oblivious to our pleas for news of our beloved President. We got back to the school and sat at our desks just in time for the announcement that the President was dead and we were to go home. We sat in front of the TV for days. I can’t say I was in front of Lincoln’s chair at the exact moment of the shooting, but it had to be very close. The two deaths are so closely entwined in my mind.
That’s a good reminder. It’s been years since I took my class and I should do a refresher. I’m looking up local classes right now.
Too bad you’re not here. I went crazy shopping for goodies for the holidays — the only time I buy cookies and candies (six boxes of chocolates) and cheese corn and caramel corn and nuts (plain, chocolate covered, toffee covered, turtles). What was I thinking? I bought in the store and ordered online and things kept arriving. I am taking some of it down to the workers in my building today.
So true. Vinegar + Dawn for cleaning the bathroom. I use microfiber and hot water (nothing else) for a lot of basic cleaning.
Me too. Nobody else needs mosquito repellent when I am around.
More good advice. By the way, I took a CPR class and also we learned Heimlich. Everyone should do it. You never know. A few years later, I saved a life with Heimlich. It was very strange, and, oddly, I felt terrible later. I kept thinking, “what if it hadn’t worked?” The woman had been alone in an office and couldn’t dislodge a piece of meat and couldn’t breathe and came looking for help. She told me afterwards it was me or die.
Nope. They could have notified the neighbors to watch for the cat and put out food and call them. Easy. If that had been me (and this could only have happened if the cat got out by accident), I would have also had signs put up. If I couldn’t because printer and computer were somewhere in the moving van, I would have paid a neighborhood teen to put up signs and offered a good-size reward. Obviously, they didn’t.