I have just one word for my readers-lightbulbs!  Yes lightbulbs.  I give you a list of the ones I’ve replaced since I moved in four months ago.

Garage ceiling light

Garage door opener light

Front door porch light

Lights in two ceiling kitchen fixtures

Four can lights…with one more waiting to be replaced

Can lights in both of the bedroom closets

Florissant light in laundry room

Three lights from fixture over master bathroom sink

Light attached to fan in master bathroom

Really most of the rest of the lights are table and floor lamps I brought with me.  The front light porch light is a sensor light…on at dusk, off at dawn.  Kind of a condo association requirement.  There are also sensor lights on the back patio and above the garage.  It is a special bulb.  I can’t get it at my local ACE hardware store.  So I went to my “no-fail” shop, Amazon and found that light.  I ordered more than one…more than two…because the last four months tell me to plan on the others going out very soon.

It seems a little strange, that many lightbulbs.  I have a theory.  The previous owners only live here four months of very year…the summer months.  The bright outdoors months so I’m guessing they didn’t use the lights all that much. ( He is a golf pro…Joe Biden’s golf pro, among others, so they spend September – May in Arizona which is a better place to golf in the winter than the mid-west. But that is another story)

Now I live here and it is cold and dark in the winter.  I’ve never had canned/recessed lighting and I love it.  Makes the whole downstairs look bright and cheery.  But the lights are getting more of a work out.  And have finally been used past their prime.  That’s my theory and for now, I’m sticking to it.  We’ll have to see how the next year goes.

There is also a howling wind sound in my living room…even when the wind is not very strong.  I don’t have a theory on that and it kind of freaks me out sometimes.  I also have no idea how to fix that.

Suggestions welcome!

Comfort food…Swedish pancakes are my definition of comfort food. That’s what I needed last night. I’ve been making these pancakes for a lot of years. They aren’t the easiest thing to make but so worth the effort.

If you’ve never had them…I’m sorry for you. They are like crepes, dinner plate sized, crispy edges, lightly golden and as thin as you can make them without tearing them when you flip them. My parents used to spread homemade applesauce over them before rolling them up. I prefer fresh chopped strawberries. Yum. Just yum.

I was looking forward to them after the work of making them…first time in my new kitchen. I made the batter, cleaned the strawberries and got out the fry pan.

Here is where it all began to fall apart. In my old kitchen I had a gas stove. In my new kitchen I have an electric stove. I’m used to pans heating up fast. I’m used to regulating the heat with one tiny motion of my hand. Very useful when making Swedish pancakes. But this new stove takes f.o.r.e.v.e.r to heat up. And then when it gets too hot and you want to turn it down just s smidgen? Forget about it. The first 2 pancakes were a total loss. The next one was an anemic looking one that ripped when I went to turn it over. About 20 minutes in I was cussing and missing my gas stove. I finally managed to make about three reasonably good ones…and that is when the batter ran out.

It was a lot of work for three pancakes. A lot of frustration to end up with only three pancakes. They were good. But cooking here in my new kitchen with its’ electric stove? Well that is going to take a lot of getting used to.

At least I wasn’t fighting ants on the counters too!

Life is Good

"It's ironic that we

forget so often how

wonderful life really is...

C'mon, let's be honest.

We have an embarrassment

of riches. Life is good."

-Anne Quindlen

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