Hanging the light
In local news, the owner of a colossal media firm has purchased a hockey team and announced his intention to head up one of the major political parties. Somehow, I keep imagining a banner that reads “They shoot! He scores!” Since I’m not likely to either watch his team or vote for him, this counts as filler in my day.
Actually, today we changed a light fixture. That’s a big deal. The fixture that was in place for the last twenty-five years is coming with us. Had to fill in the void. And since no occasion for education should be missed (I don’t believe that, either), my job was to do the job while showing son #3 how to do the job. Or something like that.
And so began the dance. After receiving permission to cut the current in the main section of the house, I brought up the step ladder and most of the required tools. No sense in making things look too easy; going for an additional whatever serves as reinforcement. Saves thinking a process through from start to finish (this isn’t a mission to Mars). With two of us involved, there was no need to juggle the expensive glass while removing the supporting hardware.
Our new fixture is “suspended”; the usual length of zip cord is assisted by a steel wire that serves as a safety harness. Of course, threading that much filament through a fake chain and some hollow bolts gives plenty of opportunity to miss details. Several times. Ditto for the magic of the Marette. You know the routine… put everything in place, turn on the power, not that things don’t work, cut the power, remove everything from the installation, start over. Repeat until done. And now it is. I said “Let there be light!” And there was.
