After buying new living room furniture this fall, we sort of agreed to not buy each other Christmas presents, but I actually kind of got a late Christmas gift from That Man.
I was getting dressed yesterday morning and making exasperated noises at the ceiling fan lights in the bedroom. Now, please note that I have told him over and over that the sockets for the light bulbs in that fan are going bad (one doesn’t work at all, one makes the light flicker), plus one bulb just blew the night before. So, out of 4 60-watt bulbs, one was working, and one was fitfully flickering on and off. I was making the aforementioned noises, and That Man asked what was wrong.
I pointed at each dark bulb in turn and said, “That socket doesn’t work at all, that bulb is burned out, and that socket only works sometimes.”
“Would you like me to get some LED bulbs for it?”
“Well, that won’t do any good if the sockets are bad.” (Snark. Snark.)
When I got home last night and turned on the bedroom light, I was nearly BLINDED! My word! All four bulbs blazed forth in all their LED glory! He had gone out and replaced all four bulb sockets, upgrading from Bakelite to porcelain, and replaced two of the bulbs with pricey LEDs. WHOA. The bedroom has stadium lights now. I can SEE in there. I hadn’t realized just how dark it was until it was fixed.