As I continued to contemplate this dilemma, I noticed that my feet were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
Ah ha! Having previously planned to work outdoors, I’d already put on my outside shoes.
And they weren’t gonna cut it on an inside job.
No way. I needed my trusty flip flops if I was gonna tackle anything indoors.
So it was off to the hall closet I went, knowing my summer slippers were waiting for me, looking forward to their time to shine.
Opening the door, first thing I noticed was just how dark it was in there.
Feeling around on the wall just inside the door sill, I quickly found the switch.
Upon flipping the switch, the light was on.
And then, even quicker than it was on, it was off.
What the hay!
Sheesh, that didn’t last long.
Have you ever noticed how a light bulb never goes out during usage.
It’s only a split second after it’s clicked on that it goes out.
It’s no wonder so many projects get sidetracked and never reach completion.
Quickly reassessing the situation, knowing that light would be mandatory, how best to go about this.
Quickly realizing those oh so high ceilings I love so much in the living room also extend to the hall closet means a bulb change will require lots of work.
Which will also require lots of time.
Time I just don’t have.
Not if I want to accomplish anything at all today.
Not to mention it will require a trip out to the garage to get the ladder.
Which will require once again putting on the very same shoes I just removed.
Talk about one step forward, three steps back.
Nobody has time for that.
Especially not me.
Look how much time it’s taken me to get to this point.
And I still haven’t gotten anything done.
Okay, so replacing the light bulb is out.
Off to the kitchen I go in search of my trusty flashlight.
I so enjoy being prepared in an emergency and fortunately I know exactly which drawer it’s in.
Sliding the drawer open, there she is, in all her glory.
Woo Hoo, back in action without a hitch, off to the hall closet I go.
Click… click… click! And… nothing.
Are you kidding me!?!
Yes, I found the flashlight.
No, I hadn’t replaced the batteries in like… well, I couldn’t remember in how long.
Okay, so the flashlight was out. Literally.
Thinking quickly on my bare feet, what’s my next best option.
Shoes back on, a skin fried trip back outside to a garage that was pretty much guaranteed to be even hotter than it was outside in the direct sun.
Nope. There had to be a better way.
Once again, thinking fast on my feet, what about putting my phone in flashlight mode.
Not the best nor the brightest but it should work well enough to scrounge around for my flip flops.
Settings… scroll… scroll… scroll… click… click… click…, let there be light!
Okay then, I’m back in action.
Off to the closet I go. Again.
Fortunately for me, I know they’re in here. Somewhere.
At least I think they are, anyway.
Let’s put it this way. They should be.
So far though, no luck.
Peeling back the various jackets, coats and shirts hanging there, hoping to catch a glimpse of these elusive summer slippers that I’m oh so sure are hiding there and WHAM!