Good Help Is Hard to Find

[qos]

I got home from work yesterday to find my beautiful new light fixture shedding light in my bathroom -- with a chain-cord coming out so that it could also be turned off. This was good.

There was power flowing to my studio, my living room, the hot water heater, my lamps, my desk outlet, and my tv/DVD/VHS. This was good.

I fed my good friend some beer and talked. This was good.

The Ex came downstairs with plaster mud to fill the gaps between the drywall patch and the rest of my wall in the bedroom. This was good -- and I gave him beer too.

The three of us sat around in my living room and talked. Also good.

Sometime after nine o'clock, my daughter called from the bathroom, "Mom, there's a problem with the new light!"

I went into the bathroom to investigate, and found that although the base of the three-light fixture is a couple of inches above the mirrored medicine cabinet, the curved light supports curve down far enough that they prevent the door from opening more than two inches.

Ooops. . . Not so good.

Comments

[preacha.livejournal.com]

Oh sakes! You seem to be taking it all in good stride! And hopefully maintaining a good sense of humor and beer flow.

I am violently coveting your Spock pic. Quit being so tough and cool and having and saying and doing and being all the things I wish were me.

At least I have Spock on my refrigerator. He was my most influencial role model when I was growing up. My boyfriend says that explains a lot.

[qos.livejournal.com]

You haven't been on my Friends list long enough to be fully aware of two years' worth of intermittant winter flooding problems in my house. These light fixture problems are *nothing* compared to coming home from work on a rainy winter evening and finding an inch or more of water in my kitchen and/or bedroom, and having to pull out my carpets!

But I have long realized that while bitching is fine to let off steam sometimes, I do much better when I keep my sense of humor and remember "It could be worse."

But thanks for the compliments, you made my day!

The icon was a gift from someone one my friends list (probably tamnonlinear -- it's been more than a year) after I expressed a desire for a Star Trek icon to go with some fannish conversations.

When I was growing up, my father was my primary role model. He is a former minister who became a public school administrator, eventually superintendent of the school district. He was (and remains) a very warm man, but one who tended to retain a certain dignity and reserve in public. I consciously emulated him, and tried from a relatively young age to control my emotions in pubic.

[preacha.livejournal.com]

Your father's role modeling seems like a good balance. It's one very good thing to have the skill to control your own emotions, and choose wisely how you want to honor them and respond to them. It's an altogher different and somewhat unhealthy thing to pretend you have no emotions.

The only time I ever remember crying (showing emotion) during a movie was in the Star Trek movie where Spock died. At least until the time I was 27 or so, when I started loosening up a bit.

At the end of "Return of the King" I was a blubbering mess, so I've made some progress. :o)

[qos.livejournal.com]

I cried when Spock died. I cry at the end of ET and The Last Starfighter too. As I commented elsewhere today: I suspend disbelief at the drop of a hat, and have a hard time picking it up again.

I cried at the beginning of Episode III, when the Star Wars theme sounded and the title exploded onto the screen and began to pull back. I didn't cry at the end.