It's funny how the memories of taking them down come back in a rush when faced with the daunting task of untangling 8 separate 25-foot strings of them clumped together in a massive ball. My favorite part is trying to take the broken bulbs out of the sockets. I think these light bulbs are manufactured a special way so they don't last more than 45 days to begin with and if you even look at them funny they disintegrate. But as fragile as they are they always have the ability to draw blood if your not careful. The sockets are another story. Noma should offer courses on how to screw the little
Anyway I did manage to get them untangled and all the burnt out bulbs are now replaced. All that remains to be done is affix them to my humble abode. This is no easy feat either as it involves a 40-foot ladder, a schematic, 100 twist ties, a hammer and a bunch of nails. I often wonder why I go through this pain in the ass ritual every year and the answer is simple. I love the way the lights light up my children’s faces when I plug them in:)
34 shopping days left and counting.
