June 30, 2014. Harper, Texas. Getting Old.

It is pathetic but true. At our age, which is 76 and almost 78, we can not change our own light bulbs. In Nova Scotia, we have it covered when Mal comes to visit. The first task upon arrival for Mal is to walk through the whole house and replace light bulbs. But at the ranch we have a problem. Our house, the one we call The Top House, has 9 foot ceilings and we are too unsteady on the step ladder to reach up high to remove the cover and change the bulb. Fortunately we are not here very much so few bulbs burn out. One of the things that happens when houses are empty is that lights get left on. When we went into the ranch house last week two lights had been left on, both in bathrooms. Fortunately the bulbs had not burned out. Our Top House light in the commode room of the master bedroom was left on and is now burned out. To function, we just keep the door open to the rest of the bathroom. I suspect the cleaning folks leave the lights on and I must mention it to him. In the meantime, we wait until someone young and tall comes to visit, or perhaps Mal will visit us in Texas. If it is still burned out in the Fall, I perhaps will call Pat, our electrician and general handy man. But we are doing fine at the moment. It is just a reminder of how old we have become!!