“Way Better......”

(iPhone photo by BobbaLew.)

—Yr Fthfl Srvnt said that this afternoon after changing the ailing fluorescent circline in his (our) bathroom before taking a shower.
The fixture was down to about one-fourth of what’s illustrated, and was hard to start.
How, pray tell, does a 75-year-old geezer with questionable balance, do such a thing — without calling the ambulance?
Very carefully.
You’ll note my stepladder. I need to be able to hold on with my hands when working over my head. I can’t no-handed stand on a step-stool.
Up two steps to access the fixture. The circline is covered by a plastic thingy. My first move was to remove that thingy. Three set-screws hold it. My fingers couldn’t unscrew ‘em. Step down and get pliers = about a minute.
The pliers turned one screw; two more to go. But they were hard to access. Prior experience determined my next move = step down and relocate stepladder where I can more easily access the other set-screws.
A roundabout reach invites a fall.
I noticed the set-screws were slotted, turnable by a screwdriver. Go get screwdriver = about a minute.
Then back up stepladder to loosen the remaining set-screws.
Viola! The thingy is removed. The ailing circline is now visible. Down to basement where I had a cache of circlines. About 2-3 minutes.
Take out ailing circline, and install new circline. I never shut it off; all I had to do was unplug and replug. Light cascaded throughout my bathroom. “Way better,” I declared. The only one to hear that was my dog. —But not an ambulance-crew.
More change-outs await, but I’m not cocky. I’ve learned to use a stepladder. Experience Boobie!
A changeout in my garage may be more than I can safely attempt — although I’ve thought about it. More planning. At my age I can’t just charge into things.
But no-one tells “The Keed” he can’t do something he thinks he can do.

• RE: “his (our).....” —My wife and I designed the house I’m in. She died almost seven years ago.