This was written by the Colonel while he was home on medical leave...ENJOY!
Lois’ husband checking in. I’ll be doing today’s blog entry.
First, I want to thank everyone for their prayers. The Army (on the advice of Airforce Doctors - LOL) has seen fit to grant me a couple weeks’ convalescence leave.
Yes, my condition was a little more serious than I fully appreciated at first.
I want to make it clear that I am grateful for the concern and attention from everyone here at Walking on Sunshine, our church family, friends from the neighborhood, and my unit.
That being said, I am going to make a departure from my physical health and bring up a much lighter topic. This is an awkward segue, but stick with me because this is something that has provided me with a certain fascination for a few years.
Yes, night lights.
When I was growing up in Queens, NY
I recall my parents had a singular night light.
It was a small plug-in model, with a hood and an old fashioned Christmas tree bulb. It was usually placed, if at all, on the outlet near the return vent in the hallway.
Occasionally I would find it plugged into the outlet above the sink in the hallway bathroom.
One night light.
If even that.
Well, how times have changed.
Even faithful followers of my wife’s blog may not know that for the first
2 years after we built this house, I was stationed in Atlanta and
flew up to Pennsylvania to re-connect with everyone every 4-6 weeks.
Needless to say, my family was not the only thing with which I needed to get re-acquainted.
Thanksgiving weekend, 2003 was the first night in my new home.
Lois and the children were already settled in, so I was the new, yet very
much welcomed component in this dynamic.
They had already been here for about 30 days.
On my first night in my new home, I got up in the middle of the night
to go downstairs to the refrigerator to get something.
On the way down, I was guided by at least a dozen of little glowing switches on the walls.
I was immediately struck by just how many.
Then down in the kitchen, there were more.
Plus the LCD clock on the stove and the microwave.
Today, now that the house is put together,
there are the lights from the phones -
the one in the bedroom, and the one in the library.
Then there are the switches and running lights on the computers and monitors, the printers. We have six smoke detectors with their little pinpoints of light
and a carbon monoxide detector with a full digital readout.
There is the light coming from the septic alarm next to the circuit breakers,
and there are the clock radios in our bedrooms.
Did I leave anything out?
Oh yes, there’s the glow from the garage door opener switches, as well as the running lights on the two garage door openers themselves.
This weekend, I did a tour of the house to actually count the glowing light switches.
I gave up when I got to 40.
That's a far cry from the one lonely nightlight I had in my house in Queens!
Have a blessed week everyone.