LET THERE BE (FLASH) LIGHT

Out of the blue, the royal blue to be exact, there was another flashlight... and yes, yes we do still own a landline.

This morning I noticed that another one had appeared. This one, bright blue, showed up front- and-center on the catch-all tray I keep on my bedroom dresser.

Whereas my Dad had a thing for guns, and if called to form a Union County Militia, would have outfitted Brownsville Township nicely, my husband is partial to flashlights.

Along with the newbie on our dresser, there’s a pantry full of them steps away in the laundry room. Next to the front door is a coat rack and on it hangs a mini-flashlight, ready for service. In the kitchen junk drawer is at least two flashlights, probably more if you dig deep. He tucks them in our cars too.

If there’s a midnight intruder, Brian will likely spotlight the whites of his eyes before the robber sees ours. And if the power goes out, no problem, there will be light. Flashlight, that is.

As for fresh batteries … that’s another topic.

We may end up in the dark after all. What are your possession obsessions? 

---

A mini, on the coat rack, by the front door.

Oh, and at least one in the junk drawer. Impressed by the batteries? Don't be. Most won't fit the flashlights.