Saturday. It seems I write that a lot. Can’t say it’s been a lazy Saturday because it hasn’t been. Been busy. Up at 9:00 and out at 9:30 to help Bill out with something at the post office, though in retrospect he could have done it by himself. But being retrospective is so overrated sometimes that it’s not worth a mention, but now it’s too late since I’ve mentioned it already. Bill and I parted ways outside the post office, he headed into the city, me back to the apartment after one or two stops.

Last night I was just chilling at home, watching TV. Wound up watching the Song Remains The Same. The Led Zeppelin In Concert movie with dreadful flights of fancy for each member of the band. Robert Plant as a knight of sorts, Jimmy Page as a wizard. No wait an old man. No wait. Cheesy effects definitely aimed at a midnight movie crowd tripping on acid. Bill came home towards the end and was amazed at the size of the outline of Robert Plant’s cock. When life gives you lemons, squeeze the lemon till the juice drips down your leg. Or make lemonade. One or the other. Or both.

Bill Maher was on after that and it was entertaining somewhat. Bill Maher did score points with me describing his atheism as rationalism. I think it was around the results of a poll this week about a certain percentage of eligible voters would not vote for a candidate that didn’t believe in a higher power, aka god. Maher flipped it and said how can you vote for a candidate that believes in this invisible mythical being? If one believes in judgment day should they be put in a position to actually bring about judgment day? After all that thinking I was tired and went to bed.

I came home after parting ways with Bill, had some breakfast and started doing some chores, laundry and getting the ladder from Julio. I went downstairs and talked to Stine for a few minutes and came back with a ladder. Soon enough I was on top of that ladder trying to figure out how to open the light fixture. Normally Julio would be watching initially then fed up with my ineptitude, would yell at me, telling me to get off the ladder while he did the work. Alas, there was no Julio, just sweaty me. I finally figured out how to get the fixture open only to find, not 4 fluorescent bulbs to be changed, but 2. 2 U shaped light bulbs about 2 feet long.

I did what Julio mentioned last night, about taking the lights from the fixture that works and using them in the other one to see if it’s the lights or the fixture that needs changing. I had to do that a could of times, not that I mixed up what light bulbs worked or not, just to give myself some peace of mind. It suddenly started to rain outside so I just waited for it to rain before I headed to the hardware store. I was smart enough to write down what I needed since my mind usually gets erased when I go to hardware stores. I didn’t see the bulbs on the floor or on display so I had to ask for them. Very hush hush cold war stuff which is timely since that’s the mindset of this country these days.

It took awhile but I got the job done and didn’t fall off the ladder once. So it was the lights that needed changing, the fixture is fine. I also learned that one light won’t work by itself, you need two. Is that a metaphor?

And now we know the answer to the question. One.