Light Fixture Break-up

I got dumped.

I'd been thinking about ending it for months--planning it actually. It's clear we're all wrong for each other-our styles are so different. Even though we're the same age, its like we're generations apart. I knew it was wrong to keep stringing it along, but it was easy to ignore the problems, especially since I didn't have a replacement.

I'm talking about the light fixture in the bathroom. The very light fixture that heard all these rumblings and goings-on for the last two and a half years and decided, quite suddenly, it had had enough. AND EXPLODED. It literally blew itself to smithereens. Revenged itself all over the counter, the floor, the bath mat, into unnumerable crevices and seams of hair brushes and toothbrushes and soap dispensers. Better to dump than be be dumped.

Fortunately, no one was in there at the time so no one got hurt. But lessons learned are these:

#1 Don't talk about how you're going to replace that disgusting, embarrassing, and ill-conceived item in your house within earshot of said item, and not until you're really prepared to do something about it.

#2 Maybe, MAYBE, decided to heed the warnings on those light fixtures about how the ABSOLUTE MAXIMUM WATTAGE WITHOUT DAMAGE TO LIFE, LIMB, AND PROPERTY IS ACTUALLY, REALLY 60 WATTS, and don't put a 100 watter in there. Even if it makes the room look like the inside of a fastidious museum where too much light may damage the artifacts. That's okay, I'm like an artifact. And remember, this is the light in my bathroom, and too much light there may also damage my self-esteem.

Can you see how very fancy it was?

And here's the new guy:

Thank You, Jamie!

DH and I started the monstrous ordeal of clearing out all the weeds in the front flower bed and laying down new mulch. But everything's bigger in Texas, including the weeds. They have roots like giant redwoods. I had to literally dig out and remove a whole rosebush just to get at the crafty little sucker braided amongst its roots. So it got dark and we didn't quite finish.



And then today my friend called, and wanted to get together, and I was like, "Okay, let's spread some mulch!" And she was all, "Sounds great!" 'Cause that's just the kind of cool chica she is. The babies played in the shade and slept, the older ones poked dead bugs in the garage and we got it done! Thank you, Jamie!



I should mention it was more than just spreading mulch. There were some weeds still hanging on, new flowers we planted, lots of lifting of heavy mulch bags, plus we dug up and back filled under all those border stones. Jamie's quote of the day "I think we're good at this." Check out Before and After: