Somewhere in their genetic code is a 6th sense about energy-efficiency.
So, Eric gets it into his head that we must replace all the antique incandescents in the house with those cute, curly things that are supposed to save us tons on our electric bill.
So, this afternoon he marches on down to Lowe’s to buy enough of those curly cuties to replace all the energy-hogging, pear-shaped, old-school bulbs and he methodically goes through the house bulb by bulb and replaces them all.
(This took more than just a few minutes.)
But it was daytime then and you can’t really tell about how bright the things are in the daytime, but they looked just a little dim to me. So I flip on the light in the living room and it still looks dim. "Honey," I report, "I can’t even read by this light."
So, he goes back to Lowe’s to get a higher wattage to replace all the bulbs he’s already replaced, except maybe the one in the closet, because really, does it have to be that bright in there? It was about the time he got back from that second trip that I noticed the lamp seemed to have grown brighter.
Q: How many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb.
A: One. But the light bulb has got to really WANT to change.