Forrest (amazed): The fluorescent bulb fell out of your closet light in the night. Me (nonchalant): It was thrown. Forrest (hesitantly): Why? (I'm not certain I want to know why) Me (righteous): Because I hate it; it doesn't work. It has never worked. Forrest (incredulous): Did you throw it on the floor so I would slip on it and fall? Me (lying): No, of course not. (Well, yeah-duh!) Forrest (truly perplexed): Why did you throw it then? (Why do I continue to ask questions I don't want to know the answer to?) Me (being female): It's a reminder for me to replace the whole thing. (I live with a person who continually forgets to fix my light, so I must play the -martyr and I had to climb up the closet shelving to reach it too, which makes you a doubly evil person.) Forrest (the escape): If you remind me later, I'll take care of it. (No thought, whatsoever) Me, shaking my head: (the bulb on the floor was your reminder.) Okay, thanks. (Tonight it goes under your pillow!) ABOUT THE AUTHOR: L.E. Hughes is a columnist, writer, nurse and business owner. She writes her bi-monthly column Away with Words from Diamond Corner Bed & Breakfast, her turn-of-the-century farmhouse in the northwestern mountains of Maine, where the world comes to her with their stories in tow. Anne lived in fear and trepidation. Her determination and ingenuity in the face of adversity amazed me nearly as much as the number of years she suffered. What was her archenemy, her nemesis, the root of her daily struggles? A regurgitating garbage disposal. L.E. lives with Forrest, a Native American of the Penobscot Nation and daughter number three, Holland. She writes about the trials women, wives and mothers across the world experience.
