Moody Lighting
My human’s boyfriend did his taxes a few weeks after my human did, but he didn’t want us to help. He shut the door to his music room while he did the paperwork. That was very unfair of him. It turns out that my human is getting back more money than he is — serves him right.
There’s been more activity going on around the house mdash; this time it involved this electrician guy and his helper. It started because my human hated all the ceiling lights in the whole house. They were all fluorescent and she thought they were ugly. She especially hated the one near the kitchen door. She said that was the ugliest one of all. And she had a hanging lamp sitting around for a couple of years that was supposed to go in the breakfast nook.






Binga didn’t care about checking everything out — she just laid on whatever she could find.
So now I know what this thing is for
The downstairs lights got installed. Frankly, I don’t think the new kitchen light is any better than the old one but my human likes it because she says it looks “vintage.” The breakfast nook light is definitely an improvement, though.






Finally the electrician guy began installing the new upstairs hallway light. Binga and I had to see what was going on.






But as he got farther along, I began to feel more and more dubious about the whole project.
We were horrified when he was done — it was huge! And it spun around!






That was obviously not a safe place to be — I hid under the bed.
Eventually, however, I started really checking it out. It is big and horrible, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to come crashing down — at least I don’t think so. I’ve even returned to walking the balance beam. A stupid ceiling fixture is never going to get the best of me!
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