Today I am grateful for dimmer switches. Who would thing that a simple thing like dimming the lights could calm a person? I know it’s true because I have dimmer switches and indirect lighting all over my house and guess what? I’m calm. Plus, with each year I age, if I turn the light down a notch, I look better and better. Can’t argue with that. . .until I’m sitting in the dark like a Neanderthal in his cave. I have a few years to go before that happens. . .I think. I hope.
The dimmer in the kitchen blew out the other day when a bulb died and it controls four high-hat-spots which I almost never have up full-tilt but we needed a sunny day so John could put a new one it. That was today. For a while. Now the sun is gone again, but who cares, because the dimmer is in! Yea!
It’s funny how I take things for granted until they go away and then when they’re back I gain a whole new level of gratitude for them. . .like a silly dimmer switch!