Erma Bombeck was my literary idol. She said that one’s character could be judged by the way that person behaved when confronted with Christmas lights. Frankly, the minute I read that, I knew that I was “Character Challenged.”
That was years ago, and I remain such. Challenged, that is. Strings of Christmas lights are my nemesis. Every year I struggle, and every year the lights win the battle. Years gone by, I had help with the lights. The last few years I’ve been on my own.
Here’s this year’s episode. My major mistake was that I didn’t plug in the lights to test them before I placed them. I wrapped the strand around the front pillar. I only have one. Then I wrapped the fake pine garland. Then I set the timer to synchronize with the actual clock. Then I looked at the lights which did not light. Of course.
Hoo-boy. Next I tested the timer. Then I got out another extension cord and plugged them inside, and the lights didn’t light. I unplugged the timer, brought it in, and tested it. My next move was to trade out extension cords, when lo! I saw that the lights were NOT plugged into the original extension cord. Viola! Lights lit! No meltdown!
Character is improving. Lights lit. I won this year’s struggle. Tis’ a Christmas Miracle. Nice.