Ken discovered that the light would not go on in our bathroom shower, so he showered in the dark. He also noted that the cover for the lamp had been removed. He could not find the cover anywhere in our room. We assumed the light was defective. The ceiling is high so neither Ken nor I were able to climb a ladder to check the bulb. We have no handyman here and no neighbors. I called an electrician, Mr. Sparky.
This nice young man was here a year ago with a more serious issue, which he solved. He remembered what he had done. Today he checked the light, put in a new light bulb, and the light worked. Both Ken and I laughed. Being old and infirm means you pay more for everything, even when you change a light bulb. It certainly helps to have a sense of humor.
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