I have often teased Hubby about his inability to navigate the dark house. I did, in the past, move through the house in the darkness almost as quickly as daylight. Not so much now. It has nothing to do with my rearrangement of every piece of furniture in this house. It has nothing to do with my congestion. I think my internal GPS has died.
I get up several times during the night when I'm supposed to be sleeping. I get a drink, hit the bathroom, get some lotion...there's always a valid reason I am up wandering. Until recently this was no problem, if I wasn't sure where I was I could touch something and know exactly where I was at any location in this house.
Now, I've had to eat my words. All that teasing of Hubby has come back to
Wally World to the rescue. I purchased four lampshades since I had destroyed one I thought it was time to replace many.
We are wheeling out through the parking lot, Hubby is helpfully pushing the cart with lamp shades on top. They fall. Hubby is slow in reacting and he runs the shopping cart into them. They hang, they drag before he can stop. A women witnesses this and asked kindly if they are broken and I reply, one is. Only another home improvement women would know or even care to enquire. She stands there with a sympathetic look on her face as Hubby drives on while I carry the lamp shades.
New shades have been installed with the damage to the back side.
A brand spanking new flash light sits on my night table for my nightly trips.