...can be the most life-altering.
Case in point: I have spent my entire life waging an epic battle with Venetian Blinds. I hate them. I have always hated them. I don't understand how anyone could not hate them. Never in my life have I been able to make them work for me. If I want them to stay up, I usually have to tie the cord to/around/through something. If I want them to come down, I have to spend sometimes up to ten minutes engaging in a precise--indeed, almost surgical--operation whereby I pull first one string, then the other. Lately I've been pulling the string with my right hand while my left tugs ever-so-gently on the actual blinds themselves.
Last night I was using the dual-handed trick and trying to close the blinds in our bedroom. I was becoming visibly and increasingly frustrated when my dear, sweet husband said the following, oh-so-casually: "You know that you pull the string to the left to lower the blinds, right?"
No. I did not know that.
Other things I learned in the course of last night's conversation:
- To raise the blinds you simply pull the string, of course (I did know that)
- But to get the blinds to actually stay that way you pull the string sharply to the right