Lightbulbs and spring...

... are synonymous. 

Every year on the first day of spring, I buy lightbulbs.  I also do this ritual on the first day of fall.  I buy every kind of lightbulb in my house ... which isn't as short a list as one might think.  I have the regular 60 watters for lamps all over the house; the 40 watters for the chandolier over the kitchen table and sink (and a few lamps); the dining room chandolier - which is also the same 25 or 40 watters that are in the fan lights, the bathrooms, the hall fixtures; outdoor bulbs, indoor specialty bulbs for small lamps, the microwave, and the hutch illuminator.  It's about $50+/- worth of bulbs.  Twice a year. 

I guess because it's daylight savings time in the spring I feel this need to ensure that I have the right lighting for the right task.  I used to have these cool outside lights in the back yard, but they don't work right now and I don't why.  Likewise, in the fall, I have the same need to illuminate my world with a certain ambiance.  I have always loved lighting.

Since I've lived on my own for more than 35 years now, I get to control which lights are on or off.  I love the holidays, for example, and usually keep the window candles on all night long. 

I'm still not used to daylight savings time yet - and I personally find it offensive that the whole free world has to change their clocks because someone somewhere with some infinite wisdom decided this was a good thing to do.   Personally,  I hate it, but I have to comply during workdays.

Oh well.  It is what it is.  But in the meantime, I can do whatever I want whenever I want because I can turn on or off the lights and just do it.