My Music Journal 2025: May 13, 2025

 

Tuesday, May 13, 2025

 

Time: 5:20 PM

Song: All Revved Up With No Place To Go

Artist: Meat Loaf

Mode of Consumption: Listening to MP3s on shuffle on the way home from work.

Link to Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4vmh7eU8avZN1xnVcj5ewl?si=4f27af2755e049a3

 

I have had a light bulb in the back of my mind this week. No, not a brilliant idea. An actual light bulb. Truthfully, what I have been thinking about the location of the light bulb. 

 

It’s positioned above the pulpit of our church. No biggie right. Well, it’s actually positioned on the ceiling above the pulpit. About 25 feet from the church floor. 

 

The bulb was burned out during last Sunday’s service. I managed to get the old one out using an extension poll and a suction cup. Sadly, the same device isn’t going to work for putting a new one in. 

 

So, now the dilemma. I am the only physically fit enough in our tiny congregation to tackle such a task anymore. 

 

Part of me is like, this isn’t a big deal. I can borrow some scaffolding from my brother-in-law. I might need to recruit some more help to get two-to-three levels of such scaffolding up. All I’d have to do then is scurry up the scaffolding, screw the bulb in, and the problem is solved. Probably twenty minutes of carrying scaffolding and assembling for a thirty-second bulb installation. 

 

I think I can handle that. In fact, there was a point in my life, I probably would have done exactly that without a second thought. 

 

But those days have passed. As I have aged, heights have become an issue for me. It used to be only super heights. Like standing on a mountain bothered my head when I was in my teens. 

 

Then I fell from our hay mow in 2016. About ten to fifteen feet down, landing onto of a bale of hay and my knee and ankle against the side of the rack. I had injuries to my knee and foot, and sometimes I still don’t feel completely stable. 

 

So, I don’t know. I might get that scaffolding up, and then not be able to climb it to the top. Then what? 

 

I hate to pay someone to do it. 

 

That’s what has gone through the back of my mind whenever I have a break this week.