Nick and I have opposite approaches to light.
He likes low lighting. He has several lamps with black shades. Two of them are kind of transparent fabric, and one of them is opaque, with gold inside for a warm glow.
He'll sit in a room with just a table lamp - the dark-shaded gold glowy one - for light.
Whereas I will walk into a room and immediately turn on all the lights, in the way that some people walk into a room and turn on the TV or music, because the absence of sound bothers them.
I can't live with out light. Bright, bright light. The brighter the better. Mood lighting for me means ALL THE LIGHTS ON.
Romantic, it is not.
We have the aforementioned table lamp, which is a table with a lamp built in, in the living room. It sits next to Nick's big red chair, and it's great, because Jordan can shake the table but there's no danger of the lamp falling off.
So this lamp, which has two bulbs with separate chains, has become kind of persnickety lately. One bulb will flicker, then go out. Then go on a few minutes later. It does this randomly and repeatedly.
You can adjust it and it'll stay out. Or it might come on immediately. And then go off. And then come on.
Which I decided was my dad messing with us. Personally, I really like this idea. It's along the lines of how I wonder if Jordan catches glimpses of him sometimes.
I told Nick about this, who said the more likely explanation is that he wired the lamp himself, and maybe the wiring is loose or something. So he tinkered with it over the weekend.
Last night, J was asleep, and I was reading in the living room. Nick is out of town, so it was really quiet, but in a nice way.
And the bulb started flickering. Off...on...off. So I asked, "Dad? Is that you?"
And no, I didn't get a flicker in the affirmative, which would've freaked me out. But in any case, I just started talking to my dad, telling him how much I missed him. I didn't expect to start crying, but there I was, sitting in that big red chair, crying, talking to the lamp.
I was really glad it was night and the curtains were closed.
Yes, OK, maybe it's wiring. But maybe it's not.
Do I sound crazy?