Saturday, I played Mr Fix-it. I rewired the ceiling-fan/light over the sink in my kitchen. This is the third time I've done that. The first time, I just reattached the old wires to the old bulb socket, where they had come loose and put the thing back together. The second time, last week, I replaced the socket, but in puting the mounting back on the socket, I cracked the connection to the contacts and the thing wouldn't work right. This time I replaced the socket, the wires and I reconnected everything with solder and wire-nuts so that the darned thing will hold this time. Now it works like a charm.
Today, I went to the "Day in the Zone" concert put on by a local radio station. It was pretty good. I sat in a lawnchair from 10:00 AM to nearly 5:00 PM. Gee, the airconditioner in my car feels fantastic. It's just too bad that I don't have it in my house. I wore a long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up and unbuttoned down the front. It sure was good to be able to attack my pasty white skin with a good tan. The sun was perfect for the job here, as usual, because there wasn't a cloud in the sky all day. I love the climate where I live. At any rate, that wasn't my best idea. I am now a ridiculous red and white Santa Clause with weird burn-patterns on my face, forearms, chest and belly. Okay, important safety note: SPF 15 is really not all that good for all day. Now I'm going to go crawl under the ceiling fan in my bedroom and try to avoid having the bed linens touch any of the red areas.