How many of you people out there wrestle with the danged colored lights every year? I bet every single one of you all fight the danged things trying to get all the knots and tangles out before hanging them upon a tree or outside on the roof. I know I do. I also test them after untangling just to make sure they all work. I HATE with a capital H the danged things!
This year, since the real blog died (actually I accidentally killed it…can I be arrested for blogocide?) I found myself decorating early. I usually wait until the last minute as I really can not stand decorating for a holiday that I don’t really believe should be a holiday..but I like pretty colored lights and the hubby and kids like them so every stinking year I get them out and wrestle them into submission.
I always have visions of my home looking like this………..
It only took me a couple of HOURS this morning to sort the blasted things. Then there was the hour spent testing them and switching out dead bulbs…oh joy! What fun!
THEN I spent forever hanging the blasted things around each window, the door, and up a few columns that hold up the porch roof. Now hanging them was supposed to be easy this year as last year I never took down the cup hooks and nails that held everything in its place…….except half the cup hooks absconded with the vast majority of the nails so I was stuck putting more up.
To make things easier, I even took down the front porch swings. Except I am so used to the swings being there that when I sat down upon one of them I ended up on the porch floor instead of in the hanging swing. That was fun.
It was also scads of fun to have the neighbor borrow my ladder while I was on the roof mucking about with lights. More than likely he said he was borrowing it, but I failed to hear anything. In any event I had a marvelous time hanging from a rafter screaming for my ladder when I took that first step down and encountered an invisible ladder. And as the neighbor said, “It’s only a six or seven foot drop Suze”.
Well, it’s actually more like ten or eleven feet but that was totally beside the point. I value my body (what’s left of it) and want to avoid emergency treatment at all costs.
I finally finished with all the dadgummed lights, and plugged them in. I stepped back to admire my work when they all shut down at the same time…so did every light in the house. I think I have discovered the reason we aren’t supposed to connect more than two strand of lights……….seven of them proved a bit much for that poor circuit to handle.
After fixing the circuits, reconnecting several extension cords to the lights, I turned them on again. Oh they were so pretty! For all of one and one half minutes. Then three strands went out….dark…no colors…no lights.
I am wondering how long I can leave them that way before someone tells me about it and I have to fix them.