Saturday, April 4, 2009

let there not be so much light

Living in two places can be confusing, especially in the middle of the night when I wake up wondering where I am.  This might not seem like so much of a problem except it really matters when I have to go to the bathroom.  The path to the bathroom is different in Wharton than it is in Houston.  If I’m not careful, I’ll walk into the wall.  I finally had to get a night light for the bathroom in Wharton.  I haven’t needed a night light since I was a little kid but the house there is so dark at night that I kept running into things.  Walking into the wall in the middle of the night is a rude awakening.  I don’t have that problem here in Houston because the city is lit up at night like a carnival.  On my block alone there are 7 street lights.  

I have no idea why the city thinks we need 7 street lights on our block.  I don’t think there is another block in the whole city that has that many.  Believe me, I check.  The 7th one went up on our light pole at the southern edge of our 55’ wide lot about five years ago.  They kept asking us off and on for many years if we wanted a light there and we kept giving them an emphatic NO!  One day, we came home to find that they were busy installing a new street light on our pole.  I guess they figured the one across the street at the northern edge of our 55’ wasn’t shining enough light into our bedroom.

1 comment:

  1. Not for those sitting watching you!

    In the village I lived in there was not a single street light - not one.

    Anyone who had security lights was forced to re-install those sort that are only motion activated.

    It was a badger lovers paradise.


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