Go into the light!

I thought I was going blind.  Each room was darker than the last.  My house is naturally dark, primarily due to the blinds and curtains always being drawn, but this seemed excessive even to me.

I remember growing up, my mother would walk through the living room, throw open the curtain and announce, “I hate living like a mole.”  My brother and I would just blink up at her from the floor where we were watching our cartoons and having grape eating contests and drinking Coca-Cola out of wine glasses. 

I don’t know, I kind of like it.  As a lifelong dweller in the hot and searing desert, I’ve always kept the blinds closed in order to keep the heat out.  Every once in a while, come spring, I’ll pull up the blinds and open the curtains to let the fresh cool air in.  Then I find out how dusty the house is and who has time for that?

So the bathroom was darkish.  I trudged down the hall and made my way down the hall to the laundry room.  I paused in the kitchen where the dining table seemed hidden in shadows.  The corner of the office where my desk sits was shrouded in gloom much more than any other area in the room.  Even when I turn on my desk lamp, the space seemed sort of squinty. 

Finally I realized, there were half a dozen lightbulbs out around the house. 

It’s nice to know the darkness isn’t winning, but still.  At this rate I’m going to own half of GE.