More Fun with Electricity

My mother had some extra light fixtures that she gave me, and she came over to help me install one of them. We were not going to put up the second one because the glass shade had been broken. Phil’s fault, apparently. (I’m so much like her.) She offered to get me a replacement glass.

We both thought the job would go quickly. We always do. It would have helped if we had known what we were doing.  I think we actually installed the light three or four times. Each time we learned a little something new. During the multiple installations, she was telling me what to do, and I was telling her what to do. She wanted to be doing what I was doing (the fun stuff), and I finally gave in in a huff. We snapped at each other a couple of times. However, the final installation was successful, and, though exhausted, we parted quite amicably and pleased with our success.

After she left, I kept looking at that second light. I couldn’t resist. With my new found expertise, I managed to put it up myself.

My mother texted me later in the day that she hurt all over. I texted her to take some Advil and to order me the replacement glass.

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