I figure that by tomorrow, this lamp will be toast. Yes, this morning I forgot once again that the pointy end of our weed trimmer is a lot stronger than glass. Again I was wearing a hat, so no blood was lost as I heard the now-too-familiar sound of breaking glass overhead. The worst part of this all is that I have to go grubbing around in a ten to twelve-foot (3 to 3.5 m) area picking up bits of lamp glass, then sweep it all into a heap for disposal. Some of the glass is in the soil of the nearby driveway. Some of it goes sliding under the stairway. So it takes a lot of searching to get it all.
I am writing this as I wait for the trimmer's battery to recharge. It looks like there will be another three or four days or more of trimming to ready the place for summer wildfires. I am sure that by then this lamp will be history. Looking on the IKEA Web site, I have found the lamp's successor. It will be loaded with an LED bulb, too. I figure that even if I smash the bulb's glass outer shell, it will still work.