It's true! One day, I turned on the light and the bulb shattered above my head, raining down bits of glass bulb onto me and into all of our shoes sitting in the entry way. Lovely. Michael got the vacuum and made me stay where I stood, trying to pick up all of the glass before I moved my (bare) feet. Apparently, this happens a lot. Another of our friends told us that they had just set the table with their lovingly-prepared meal, only to have it ruined when the light above the dinner table shattered into their meal. (They went out to eat instead.) We also seem to be going through a LOT of light bulbs. In our last house in Berkeley, we bought long-life bulbs when we moved in, and never had to change them again. Here, we've replaced several bulbs. We can only assume that there is some shoddy wiring in the walls (most-likely done by the landlord's cousin/brother-in-law/best friend), and/or the power surging through the wires is so unpredictable that the bulbs burn out more quickly. Now to find new bulbs. And, no, that's not as easy as you'd think... Sigh.
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