Safety Signs
When we moved into our house, more than 26 years ago, DW and I had to get used to our new space. We had gone from living together in an apartment near Algonquin College to living in several abodes in South Korea, to staying with my folks, and then DW's folks, and finally, to our first and only home. We had more space than we knew what to do with on three levels. But as time went on, and kids helped fill some room, our space became less empty. I found that I'd spend a lot of time turning lights off, particularly in the basement. Someone would go downstairs to retrieve food from our pantry or from the deep freezer, and forget to turn lights off on their way back up. It got to be so much of a peeve for me that I placed a sign on the wall as you headed upstairs. You couldn't miss it. It's still there after all these years. DW got to the point where she wouldn't bother turning on the light at the top of the basement stairs, and one day that came at a cost, where she ...
