We’re do-it-yourselfers. Old ones. And this morning we were up to standards with our abilities.

            With all the news about Taylor Farms and lettuce lately, I had a conversation with friends about produce. My refrigerator looked like the Sahara Dessert lately, with nothing green for miles. We’ve been eating canned and frozen veggies, and I longed for a salad. This morning, I went to my local, and reputable, grocer and stocked up on produce. I bought Romain, not Iceberg lettuce just in case. Then I came home and washed, scrubbed, and soaked in cool water with baking soda, all my precious vegetables. (My precious!) Then I lovingly drained them and put them in the crisper for later. There will be taco salad for supper tonight!

            Then my husband got up to his standards of home improvement. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s hotter than . . . well, you know. And my living room ceiling fan quit. My do-it-yourselfer husband decided to call an electrician. But first, he took the plate off the switch on the wall that makes the fan speed variable. It looked okay to him but he’s not a professional. He put a multimeter on the switch to see if it was getting electricity, and it seemed to be okay. After that he was baffled. Then for some reason, he looked up at the fan and pulled the tiny chain that barely dangled from the bottom of the fan. We turn the fan off and on from the wall switch, not the chain. I don’t know how that chain had been pulled, but the fan had been turned off somehow on the chain instead of the wall. And we are the only two people who live here. Maybe we have a ghost?

            I don’t know, but I only spent $35 on produce that will become sustenance for us, and we are cool under the ceiling fan without the price of an electrician. Life is good.

            Stay cool out there and what are you doing, writing, reading, fixing, or creating this week?