Sit patiently while Mom goes through her routine. Every time we visit, she has a dozen or so treasures she wants me to see. It’s a long, slow, steady process of purging her stuff. This time two pictures Dad brought back from Korea and which lived on my childhood bedroom walls were in the pile.
Let the pictures age on the dining room table from December holiday until late September, all the while hoping they don’t get broken.
Realize hammer is upstairs, and there are nails left over from the new office shelf.
Measure very roughly, put in first nail, hang first picture, be happy with it. Realize I need the level to get the second nail directly under the first.
See (or rather not see) that light in tool room is out.
Go all the way upstairs (5 flights — it’s a split-level) to bathroom for flashlight. Reverse trip with flashlight in hand. Realize flashlight battery needs changing. Big, old, C or D size batteries, incandescent bulb.
Get level. Back to middle floor. Take off first picture. Draw vertical line, hold picture by wire — you know the drill. Got it good enough first try.
Now to deal with the flashlight and burnt-out bulb.
And we wonder why the simple stuff never gets done.