Snap, crackle, pop.
The sound wasn’t coming from my breakfast cereal.
It, along with a brief flash of light, was coming from my bedside lamp.
I rolled over, flicked the switch toggle back and forth to confirm. The lightbulb was burned out.
Periodically through the next several weeks, I would reach over to turn the lamp on, only to rediscover that the lightbulb was burned out. Since I generally only turn the light on to read in bed, I generally don’t feel like changing a lightbulb just then. So I’d reach across the bed to Daniel’s nightstand and turn on his bedside lamp.
Finally, one lunchtime, I decided to actually change the bulb.
I pulled out my step-stool, climbed to the cabinet of lightbulbs, dug through the lightbulbs for prospective candidates. My bedside lamp has to have a low wattage, since I don’t want my body to think it’s daytime–and the bulb has to be able to handle the little wire clip that holds the shade on (something CFCs have a hard time doing.) After a bit of digging, I found two prospects: a CFC that might not work with the shade and an incandescent bulb that might be too high wattage.
I took off the shade, unscrewed the lightbulb. I screwed on the new CFC and flipped the switch.
Nothing.
Darn it all. I knew I should have been labeling those CFC that I was putting back in boxes until I could dispose of them at the Hazardous Waste place.
I unscrewed the CFC, returned it to its box, and screwed in the new incandescent bulb.
I switched the light on–and got nothing again.
Double darn it all.
Whatever caused the snap, crackle, and pop must have destroyed the lamp’s wiring. I like the lamp, it matches my blueware. I’ll have to rewire it some day–but for now, I guess I’ll just replace it.
I reached down to unplug the lamp–
and discovered that it was already unplugged.
That snap, crackle, pop?
My lamp coming unplugged months ago.
Yeah. Welcome to my life :-)
So funny!! :)