Light Bulbs

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munk

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Here's another in a long line of topics so safe even Ann Landers would approve; stuck lightbulbs.

The munk compound was designed in 1980. Shag was in, hung ceilings, port lighting. There are lights burned out we've never replaced; you need a pretty tall ladder. Well, we borrowed one of those to paint the place. The living room is sunken with a very high ceiling. Painting the peaks is an experience in vertigo. Today I replaced all the bulbs except one- getting ready for Trav's 7th birthday party.

This last light refused to budge. I finally carried a box up the ladder with me, held it underneath and shattered the bulb with a hammer. A pair of vise grips later- the shank-base of the bulb still refused to come out. I finally got it. Took an hour. I wished I had some pure silicon lube but used Rem gun oil and lightly lubed the socket and bulb threads. The house was left empty for 10 years and all the bulbs oxidized in the fixtures.

Now I can turn on on the lights in the room- all eight of them. Looks like a Woody Allen set.

That's about it. I gotta go. I've some trim painting to do before the Big Bash Party. Then I'll shove the stereo back against the wall.

While doing all this an evil thought occured to me; if you really hated someone, you could superglue all the bulbs in their house to the fixtures. I don't go in for dirty tricks, but one does cross my mind occasionally.

The Party is a much anticipated event. Lots of different folks show. Some miners, Indians, sons of homesteaders. They come from 30 miles away- backyard distance in Montana.

munk
 
I met a teacher from the local Reservation, and he has more guns than I'll ever have. And all of them are the one's I'd have if I had money. Where did this money come from? Free housing when you work in certain jobs. I'm very impressed. He was relieved to meet another gunnie who understood his language.
We'll be shooting or hiking soon I guess. Showed him some HI khuks but the bug didn't bite. I think he needs to chop some wood.

Trav and the boys and girls ran around like hellions and at some point the party dwindled to a few hardcore. I guess like future keg hanger-oners...I dunno. We finally drove them home about a quarter to 6pm.

Trav's best friend came, and we were very glad to see him. Trav was the first friend he ever had. He was thrown out of all the schools, including Head Start. I didn't know you could get kicked out of Head Start. He had a tough family life. He was wild. Our mountain school worked with him and changed him around. Then he had to go back to the big city of 4 thousand. Trav was pretty sad. There was no one his age now. But this summer they can see each other a lot. I don't remember if Trav's friend is Gros Ventres, Little Shell, or Assiniboine. The whole party was mixed with different people. It's a good place to grow up.
When he got to our house for the first time a year ago, like I said, he was wild, and you had to follow him around because he was into everything. But there was nothing rotten in the kid. He's a good kid. He screamed so loud at the table today I told him if there was ever a fire he could sound the alarm.

Trav wants to be big. He's 7. He thinks that's in there.
Next year we'll let him try out for the Children's Theatre. He can go away from home for a week. Give him some practise for age 18.

Just another day, really.

munk
 
I'm glad it was well bro. Ann Landers tells me in a muffled voice she was offended by this post. If I remove her ball gag later I'll try to get her to expand on that.;)
 
Heloise is angry because this is HER turf, not Ann's. (I think she advocates cutting a potato in half and jamming that into the broken bits of the light bulb. It doesn't conduct electricity as well, and some strange people are more likely to have a potato than pliers.)
 
7's a great age. The age where I've always thought you have the watershed between being a "little kid" and simply being a "kid." Not so much handholding anymore, but still a huge sense of wonder.

Wish I could have been there for the party - give Trav my best.

Oh, and Ann Landers? If you're reading this, go stuff yourself. This place is our forum.

t.
 
The remote control truck from China quit today. Lasted 12 hours. It was his favorite.

The kid has enough B money to get a better one, which is what we'll probably do.

They aren't too forgiving to remote control. There's a honkin huge truck downstairs that they've lost the remote to and broke off the antenna.

All of childhood is piled up in the basement. A million sorted peices.
Never saw so many toys. Half is from inlaws. They aren't hurtin any.

When we were broke with just one child my wife got the toys at the used stores. The tiny tykes oven lasted through three of them, and I even sighted a couple revolvers off it.


munk
 
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