Day Twelve 2012

See that one box of GE soft white 100 watt light bulbs in my Wal-Mart shopping cart, nestled among the eggs and cheese slices and other boxes of light bulbs? That's it. That's all she wrote. The last box of 100 watt incandescent light bulbs at the Wal-Mart in my town is mine, all mine. All you fluorescent curly bulb lovers can shake your energy saving heads all you like, but at least I won't get headaches and go blind while I'm reading. And I read a lot. Shall I begin hoarding the 75 watt incandescents now? They are in the cross hairs of extinction, as will be the 60 watt bulbs. Sad day in America, IMHO. Okay. I'll get off my soapbox now.

And this is one of the reasons I was shopping at Wal-Mart this morning. As I said, the kids and teachers were praying for snow and this is the result of faith in the power of prayer. The snow started falling at the end of the school day this afternoon. It's okay. Because I already have my gallon of milk and loaf of bread. And my 100 watt light bulbs. Life is good.

Day Seventeen 2011

As I've said before, I'm a collector, not a hoarder--except when it comes to light bulbs, especially 100 watt light bulbs. Ever since the light bulb police announced they are phasing out incandescent bulbs, I have been buying them every chance I get. I tried those compact fluorescent bulbs once, discovered they are difficult to read by, and promptly got rid of it. Don't tell anybody, but I did not follow the 8 page EPA guideline when I disposed of the bulb. I'm sure it's in the landfill, leaching mercury into the ground water even as we speak. And there lies the inherent trouble with the fluorescent bulbs--they pose a major environmental hazard if they happen to break. I don't like them and I really don't like being told what kind of light bulb I can read by. So I hoard. Let there be light!