On a lighter note: lights. Specifically the bedroom light, which we were pretty sure we remembered was not always this dim. Dim can be nice in a bedroom light, as you can ease your way into and out of bed that way. But the light should be intense enough that, like, turning the light on doesn't make the room darker, which is about where we were. So I finally started taking apart the ancient fixture, which has been untouched since ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger bought the house, and found inside ... one of those little skinny halogen tube bulbs, like we had to replace in the kitchen a year and a half ago. Unfortunately, it takes a smaller bulb than the one in the kitchen, so I put it on the Meijer list. And took the chance to clean out the fixture, which had accumulated twenty-plus years' worth of bugs who loved light too well. Also to clean dust off this glass disc that surrounds the fixture. Also to re-center it, because it's been off-center ... like ... forever, and turns out to be held in place by some spring fixture that's annoying to re-set from the outside.
Yesterday, I got to Meijer's and got a two-pack of the bulbs, which based on past experience would be enough to keep our bedroom lit through to 2063, when the Vulcans arrive. The new light was dazzling, restoring us to the 150 Watts that the old bulb nominally provided. Finally, it was possible to see all the corners of the room again, for example. Until about 1 am, when bunnyhugger was getting ready for bed and the light stopped working.
So this afternoon I took the cover off the fixture again, a thing I'm tired of getting good at. With a little fussing the fixture rotated a bit and sort of snapped into a more secure place. And the light was working again, as bright as yesterday. I'm supposing the trouble is I didn't have it quite seated right. These bulbs, which look like tiny warp reactor engines, fit inside a sort of double spring-loaded collar that's annoying to describe and that makes it feel like you're going to break the bulb by doing anything with it. Still, here's hoping that we don't have to deal with this again until sometime in late 2042.
More lights? No! More of the CW Parker Carousel and the stuff for sale as fundraiser around that, that's what I have for you. Enjoy!
Translucent-plastic horse ornament hung on a tree reserved to commemorate carousel society supporters. I love the way it refracts light through it, though.
Another ornament on the supporters-of-the-society tree . This one's from 1987 in the mirror universe.
Of course I'd tried taking some pictures of the carousel in motion. Here's one where I get one of the outer row horses in focus! Mostly!
Trivia: A 1957 survey of middle-class women in cities indicated one-third of them could not name a single American fashion designer, and one-forth knew no foreign designers, not even Christian Dior. Source: Service and Style: How the American Department Store Fashioned the Middle Class, Jan Whitaker.
Currently Reading: The Illustrated Encyclopedia of Cartoon Animals, Jeff Rovin. This is a lot of detail about various ancestors of Goofy mentioned in one cartoon or other. I guess I get Rovin wanting to list all this stuff since, especially in 1990, you'd need forever to catch them yourself. But he has got a habit of describing characters' personality as though, like, Daffy Duck had a consistent profession or hobbies or relatives. It's an odd blend of completist and literalness. Not calling it bad, mind you, just that it clutches at trivia for characters like Bugs Bunny where it's possible to say stuff about their place in pop culture.
