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4/26/15 Light Fixtures

It’s was a nice day today. We’ve had rain Friday and Saturday, but today the sun finally appeared and, as usual, the sunshine made the humans restless to do things around the house. (Why they do not lie in the sun and take a nap is beyond me!) Anyway. We were going to go for a walk, but everything is soaked and soggy. So the next best thing, I guess, is to look for stuff to do around  here.

It started with Mom bossing Dad around to change the light bulbs, because “For Pete’s sake as soon as the sun goes down we’ll be in the dark!” Obediently, Dad went to change the light bulb in the eat-in part of the kitchen, and noticed a crack and several chips of glass (as well as several dead bugs) in the cheapo fixture Mom had bought out of desperation a few years ago. I should mention, the fixtures in the eat-in part of the kitchen and in the kitchen proper are both flush to the ceiling and both miserably crooked. It is a source of great irritation to Mom. Dad, on the other hand, doesn’t care a fig, especially if there’s a good show on TV. They argue about the lights on a weekly basis, it seems. Mom is especially sore about the light in the kitchen, which looks remarkably like an uneven, upside-down apple pie. It is incredibly heavy to boot, and nearly impossible to change the bulbs in. Maybe that’s why Dad likes it.

“That’s it, we need a new light fixture, anyway!” Mom said with enthusiasm. “It’s fine!” Dad protested, feeling his wallet get lighter before he even left the house, “Let me just put a new bulb in.” CRACK! A glass chip fell onto the table. Dad let out a groan as Mom headed for the door. “If we shop smart, we can get a new fixture for the kitchen, too, and get rid of that hideous pie-plate hanging above the oven.” Dad mumbled something about having a relationship with that ugly pie-plate, and followed Mom out with an unhappy look on his face. Jamie wisely kept his mouth shut and went along, too.

Thus I spent some time in the crate, but I wasn’t in there long before the humans came back with two large boxes. Dad didn’t look too grumpy, so I guessed they had “shopped smart”. But it could be because Dad made Jamie carry the boxes and wasn’t doing any work yet. Either way, I was let out of the crate and watched with interest as Dad did some electrical work. First, he went down to the basement and flipped some switches. Then he trooped back up and started the first installation:


Mom said that it was just her opinion, but Dad standing on the edge of the kitchen chair didn’t look all that safe to her. Jamie chimed in with an agreement, and Dad sent Jamie out to get the ladder. Dad bonked me in the head while he was setting it up, and Mom gave me a pat and said he didn’t mean anything by it.

Dad doesn’t like to admit it, but he’s worse with colors than I am, and getting the wires tied off and capped correctly was a bit of an adventure. It was compounded by the use of the word, “thing”. As in, “Give me that thing,” which meant the screws, nuts, washers, and screwdriver. Jamie had no idea what Dad wanted during the entire installation. Dad got it done, though, and this is what it looked like when he finished:


Mom and Jamie liked the new light a lot, and Mom said it looked futuristic in a “retro kind of way, like the Jetsons”. I have no idea what she meant by that, but Dad said he liked it and went to put up the light in the kitchen with a lot more enthusiasm than he’d had for the first project:


Dad was pleased with himself that he had chosen two light fixtures that matched. I was kind of surprised that Mom let Dad do the picking out, but I think he did a nice job. It’s a lot brighter in here now, anyway, and now the humans can eat dinner without glass bits raining down on their heads.

Woof! Love, Maggie


(basking in the sun from my spot on the couch)

3/15/15 The Honey Do

Gracious, the snow has melted and that means Spring!  Mom has already broken out the “honey do” list for Dad, which actually consisted of replacing light bulbs in various rooms (Dad has it rough), while Mom prepared to paint the entryway from the garage.

You may remember, last year on Spring Break, Mom and Jamie painted most of the downstairs area. Mom did not do the hallway in front as she would need a scaffold for that. Nor did she do the entryway into the kitchen from the garage, because she and Dad could not agree on a color. Mom therefore, made and Executive Decision to paint the entryway to match the bay window in the eat-in part of the kitchen. Mom says she gave Dad a “year” to think about it and since he didn’t come up with an idea, she was going ahead with her plan.

I was delighted to see Mom kneeling on the floor. I scooted around the paint pots and ladder and gave a few kisses to her ear, and was planning a flashmob when she shooed me away. She said she didn’t want me to get paint on my fur. I went upstairs and played for a while:


Mom later stated that, “At times like these, you realize that your knees are not your friends.” But she completed the job and now the little entryway is cheerful, and even the door got a coat of paint or two:


Mom says there is only a small area left for her to paint downstairs, and then she is moving on to the upstairs. Mom’s honey do list seems to be a LOT longer than Dad’s!

Later on, after Mom had taken a bath in some smelly stuff, we crawled into bed. My human Mom tucked me in under the covers since the windows were open and the breeze was chilly. Oh, so comfortable! Welcome, Spring!


Woof! Love, Maggie

(PS – you are not seeing things, I did change my collar during the day!)