A moment of thanks.
I've slept with a fan on for over 20 years. While we were married, Don bought me a new fan and outfitted it with a remote control outlet. I hadn't ever minded turning the fan on manually, but over the last seven or so years I must have gotten used to it because the battery in the remote finally failed tonight... and I felt great sadness.
I felt greater sadness when I realized that when I moved into this apartment I buried the fan in a corner behind a blanket chest and several piles of clean laundry. Digging the fan out sounded annoying. So I squinted at the battery information on the little remote and opened the box of batteries Don gave me when we got divorced--he thought I should have them in my new apartment. It has batteries in it I've never seen before, but none of the numbers matched.
I decided to open the remote control up to look at the battery so I'd know what to buy tomorrow. It required a small phillips head screwdriver. So I opened the little box of tools Don gave me when we got divorced--he thought I should have them in my new apartment. (You see a theme here.) I have six screwdrivers. One was perfect. I opened the case and realized I'd seen a battery just like it the box of batteries. And yes, there it was. A little 12v security battery that Don had put in the box for this exact moment.
My little remote was working again in under 5 minutes. I have another 7 years before I need to dig out the fan! Thank you, Don.
I felt greater sadness when I realized that when I moved into this apartment I buried the fan in a corner behind a blanket chest and several piles of clean laundry. Digging the fan out sounded annoying. So I squinted at the battery information on the little remote and opened the box of batteries Don gave me when we got divorced--he thought I should have them in my new apartment. It has batteries in it I've never seen before, but none of the numbers matched.
I decided to open the remote control up to look at the battery so I'd know what to buy tomorrow. It required a small phillips head screwdriver. So I opened the little box of tools Don gave me when we got divorced--he thought I should have them in my new apartment. (You see a theme here.) I have six screwdrivers. One was perfect. I opened the case and realized I'd seen a battery just like it the box of batteries. And yes, there it was. A little 12v security battery that Don had put in the box for this exact moment.
My little remote was working again in under 5 minutes. I have another 7 years before I need to dig out the fan! Thank you, Don.