There’s a new world of light bulbs and it involves kelvins and lumens; one will tell you the color of the light and the other it’s brightness. Having been raised in an incandescent world, I can tell you I’ve had a hard time wrapping my head around it. I think it’s wrapped now, because I finally got all the bulbs in the front room lamps on the same page. Hooray. The dim bulbs and the pure white one are gone. I’ve now conquered a chore my wife would have performed with ease, and how did light bulb duty become her responsibility?

It’s the same with the kitchen. I’m finding my way but it’s slow. Believe it or not, I finally figured out how the two utensil drawers were organized. There are bins for knives, spatulas, spoons, whisks, and other paraphernalia, and the everyday stuff is in the top drawer. A new book I started reading was a big help. Recommended to me by a friend it’s 900 plus pages of cooking science. I’m reading it front to back. I’ve still got a ways to go to catch up to my wife, because she got a degree in this business. I’m at breakfast right now, which is great because I like breakfast.  

I say all this with apologies to my friends who live alone because it probably sounds as if I’m making out that I’m conquering some new planet, when in reality, I’m simply doing what they already do. It’s just that when you partner up, as I was lucky enough to partner up, life chores tend to separate out to one or the other under the centrifugal force of being together as you spin around holding on to one another; and when you don’t have to worry about doing things, you don’t worry about doing them. Now, however, my partner is gone, and there are a raft of things I need to figure out to keep from spinning off out of control.