A light bulb moment
One of the things on the ‘to-do list’ before Paul died was to purchase new bedroom furniture—including bedside tables and lamps. We had everything picked out; it was just a matter of going to get them. But all of the sudden, it didn’t seem important.
Later, I couldn’t see the point in getting new stuff because I wasn’t certain I wanted to stay here. Later still, I couldn’t see the point in getting new stuff because I was certain I was leaving.
So, I continued using only the overhead light and I continued keeping my eyeglasses on the floor by the bed as I slept. Only the set up wasn’t really great for bedtime reading.
But then something happened—I got a free lamp! A nice one that would work nicely for bedside reading, too. So I brought in an old, empty filing cabinet that I planned to take to Goodwill and I threw a pretty sarong on top of it.
And now I’m enjoying reading in bed for the first time in years. It’s actually quite relaxing and enjoyable. Which is awesome.
Oh! And I got a giggle as I started reading a new (to me) Ian Rankin book last night because I imagine that if I continue leaving books all over my make-shift night stand, I’ll soon be giving Inspector Rebus a run for his money on the trail of books laying around the place!