Call me crazy, but I sure like turning 70.

No, I’m not joking.  The last few years of my sixties were a bit…stressful.  We’ve all survived 2020 and 2021 and lived to tell the tale.  I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for 2022.  I’m ready for a new number and “70” will do just fine.

Electricians arrived the morning of my birthday and proceeded to assemble the antique glass light.  But something was wrong with the wiring and it was, alas, dead.

Worry not, my pretty. I will have you repaired.

Fortunately I had a brand new light fixture standing by.  The day before I had one of those what if the grape light doesn’t work and the electricians don’t return until January moments of worry.  I decided to brave the icy rain and drive to Home Depot for a new fixture JUST IN CASE.

Banjo Man thought I was crazy and tried to talk me out of it.

Silly man.

The new little chandelier lit up nicely–I was able to crow, “I told you so!” for the rest of the day–and all was well…until later that evening when it and the light at the bottom of the stairs stopped working.

That was very disappointing.  But I think someone is coming this morning to fix the three-way switch (I hope that’s all it is).  The wires in the attic were pronounced safe last month and the rest of the outlets on the circuit work just fine.

We had a little bit of snow on my birthday, too.  Was I happy it melted  by noon?  You bet!

Did I go out to lunch?  Of course I did!

Have I eaten all of the chocolate mousse cake my daughter brought me?  Take a wild guess!