Last night my husband and I were enjoying some peace and quiet. The girls were sleeping upstairs and we were relaxing in front of the news in the living room when we heard a big CRASH in the kitchen. Neither one of us had been in there for a while.
Our first thought was of the dog. Nope, she wasn't in there, she was snoring on the couch.
Earthquake? No, that wasn't it.
Kids weren't up jumping around. Hmmm....
We actually decided to quit looking at each other for answers and get up to have a look.
The recessed light fixture fell out of the ceiling! Not the bulb though, just the metal can. Yes, the metal can that cannot come out of the ceiling without a good solid tug and the light bulb would have to be removed for that to happen. There is was on the floor along with some chipped pieces of joint compound. How on earth?
We are both still scratching our heads over this one. Keith has to get on a ladder, remove the bulb and shove the can back in the recessed light hole. It has two metal prongs that he has to pinch together to fit in slots then release to provide a type of tension that prevents the thing from ever falling out of the ceiling. We are very perplexed.
Hmmm. That is curious. Kinda like the water in my basement that just appeared and didn't come from anything we could ever figure out. Thought Dad did it as he always wanted to get the basement cleaned out anyway. Maybe Dad wanted to get your attention. It's as good an excuse as any.
ReplyDeleteIt was George, our ghost, he came to visit.
ReplyDeleteOh Weird! My dad's name is George! Hmmm, maybe it was him! If so, Hi Dad!
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