DW went into the laundry room and turned off the light. The garage lights shine through. She opened the door and switched off those as well. And slammed the door.* She came into the lighted living room, saw the lit-up dining room, and three bedrooms and a bathroom, all with their lights on. And our house is adequately lit by the evening sun, which was streaming in through the windows. She asked the family (all congregated in the living room), “Why are all these lights on?!”
This seemed like a good question which really should have a good response. I racked my brains. Earth Day was last week. Last week for Earth Day, I frustrated her a little with my mode of celebration – which is of course, leaving lights on unnecessarily. But that was last week. I couldn’t say it was Earth Day again!
VFD: It’s Earth Day!
DW: I’ts not Earth Day.
VFD: It’s Earth Day every day!
The Zoo: LOL
*The door has a stiff weather seal around it, and you either have to slam or close gently and push with a shoulder. Everybody slams the door, or else it stays half-open and you’re air conditioning the whole world!