Subtitle: ya gotta have stuff!
Our refrigerator went dim; poking around inside revealed one of the two bulbs was dead.
It was obviously a replacement: both are 40-W flame-shaped bulbs that I bought for the chandelier that might still hang in 89 Burbank Road. I intended to leave them for the new owners, but they got swept up in the moving frenzy.
Being the sort of bear I am, I had written the replacement date on the bulb’s base: May 01. So that fancy bulb survived only six years!
Nothing lasts!
I picked the next-to-last flame-shaped bulb from the “Decorative Bulbs” box in the basement storage room, wrote the date on it (with a notation that the last one lasted 6 years), and screwed it in. Problem solved!
Being the sort of bear I am, I can do all that with a completely straight face…
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 