The other day while hanging the laundry, I happened to look out into the small inner courtyard of the building where I have been living for the past five years. I had never really looked out into this courtyard before. I looked up at one of my neighbor’s windows and noticed a wonderfully painted room and a lovely lamp. This made me feel a bit envious. I don’t know when my apartment was last painted, but it should have been repainted years ago. I have done some minor decorating, but never anything special, just the minimum of making the place feel like it is where “I” live. So, I have some framed posters and pictures of family and friends. Because it is a rental apartment and I can never decide how long I will stay in Spain, I simply have not made the “commitment” to refurnish. But looking through the window into my neighbor’s lovely little space, I felt that I too needed to make my apartment a touch more special. Here is what I did:
I proceeded to my kitchen where I had five brand new light bulbs there waiting anxiously for me ever since their purchase one month ago. As a matter of fact, my hallway lights had all burnt out some time in June. In the summer in Spain, you really don’t need the extra light, but now that autumn is turning into winter, my apartment has grown very gloomy. In any event, I took a deep breath and concentrated. I then grabbed a stool, stood on top of it, and one by one changed each and every one of those extinguished light bulbs. In other words, I regenerated the depletion. Now, my hallway is bright and illuminated. My apartment feels like a new home, and my formerly dark hallway is now my favorite part of the entire place. I am even considering throwing a hallway-warming party. This all reminds me of my favorite light bulb joke:
Question: How many surrealists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Answer: Fish
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