What is that second unwelcome repair, you ask? And why did it take me over a month to write about it? The answer to both questions is that it took me a month to change a light bulb.
|Burnt out deck light|
The dead light bulb in question was the flood light mounted over halfway up the main mast, about 30 feet above the deck.
|Location of burnt out deck light|
Further prolonging the ordeal is that, unlike the toilet repair, almost everything went wrong and I needed to go up the mast not once, but five times to replace a single light bulb.
The process went something like this:
I went halfway up the mast and realized that I was not strapped into the chair correctly. I came back down the mast and fixed the chair.
I went up the mast with a replacement bulb, two screwdrivers, and a pair of pliers. I removed the old bulb. I attached one of the two screws holding the bulb in place. I dropped the other screw. I went back down the mast to retrieve the other screw.
I went up the mast with two screwdrivers, a pair of pliers, and several screws (just in case). I installed the new bulb and went back down the mast.
|Final attempt for the night|
|Not our intended outcome|
Although the new light was much dimmer than what we expected, we decided to wait a few weeks before heading up the mast again. During this time, the rubber ring holding the light bulb in place decided to fall out.
|Wrong bulb (left). Right bulb (right)|