Wednesday, November 26, 2014

the time when the tree didn't turn on...

On Sunday, 11/23, the Koontz family braved the task of getting the Christmas tree out for the holiday season. This was supposed to be a pretty easy, routine mission.

Step 1: Get the tree from the garage (Jimmy)
Step 2: Get the tree out of the box (Jimmy)
Step 3: Put the tree together (Jimmy)
Step 4: Plug in the lights (Jimmy)


Here's the before photo.

And then the after...a whole day later!!

A WHOLE DAY LATER. You see, about 20% of the lights didn't quite work. Few of them were recuperated by a little twisting and pulling, but still, a small portion of the lights wouldn't turn on. Jimmy and I were pretty frustrated but within minutes, I gave up. Who cares if all the lights aren't on? We could definitely hide them with our ridiculously glittery ornaments. Right?

Well, this is the difference between me and Jimmy. I give up. Right away. I raise my hands and walk away. I even asked if we should just get a new one (gasp)! 

Jimmy is persistent. He got out little tweezers and meticulously checked every single blub. And then double checked. And then went online and looked for options. And then got the multimeter and tried it. And then left the house and came back with this little nifty gadget.

It's basically a gun that ZAPS the life back into the lights. In Jimmy's words, it's 'magic.' And this magical $19.99 light keeper pro saved my Christmas tree. My college roomies bought this tree for me as a house warming gift, and every year I get it out, I think about our apartment we shared in La Jolla.

I'm glad we get to enjoy this tree again this year. The one from my roommates. The one that Jimmy saved. The one that I almost gave up on.

I've said this before, but I really do hope T has the same persistence that Jimmy has. He certainly has the same devotion for keeping the house clean. The whole time Jimmy was fiddling with the tree, T was right there, broom and dust pan in his hand, sweeping away every loose fake pine needle. He was determined to keep the floor clean...without being asked. Definitely did not get the 'cleaning gene' from me.


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