Last Wednesday I put on hold three plane tickets for a little getaway for Cooper, Katie and me. I needed to purchase the tickets by midnight Thursday.
I remembered the deadline all day Wednesday and Thursday.
About 11 p.m. Thursday, I was ready to go to sleep. I tried to turn off the one remaining lamp in the bedroom.
I turned the switch. The light was still on. I tried again. The light was still on. I did this about 10 times with no change.
Then I thought that maybe I had forgotten which way to turn the switch, so I went in the opposite direction.
Still the light was on.
So I unscrewed the light bulb and fell asleep.
I woke up at 6 a.m. Friday with a start. I forgot to purchase the plane tickets. I hurried to check the flights -- the price had increased by more than $100 per ticket overnight.
(No worries. I checked another airline and was able to buy tickets for the original price.)
After all that activity, I realized that that malfunctioning lamp was no accident. I'm pretty certain that Steve was somehow trying to communicate with me to stay awake a little longer and purchase the tickets before the deadline.
I've also realized that I need to be more open to other special Steve moments.
The lamp has worked correctly ever since that night.