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mapsedgeSo, when you're so dirty that soap beads up and rolls off, is that bad?
Just finished half a day in our unfinished attic, through the heat of the day working in extremely cramped quarters, rewiring some frightening connections and replacing an inefficient lamp in the center of the ceiling with a fan.
My knees are in a great deal of pain (knee pads for tomorrow's work), and my legs and shoulders are still shaky from having to manuever in what is, essentially, the set of Hellraiser VI. There is no floor so one has to step on the joists, and no headroom. This was a space I had difficulty negotiating when I was 18 years old and 140 pounds.
I am no longer either of those.
Part of the project is updating any connection I happen to work with to bring them up to modern codes. Most of the original splices in the house are made using techniques that were correct when they were made (back in the fifties) but give nightmares to building inspectors now. To give you a picture of what I replaced:
Starting at roughly 12 o'clock, the wire top center: that one went to the light over the bathroom sink; clockwise to the next wire: that went to the switch in the bathroom wall; next, the wire to the switch for the light in the bedroom; next: incoming power; finally: a bit of wire without function; presumably, it used to lead somewhere, but dead-ended in a junction box.
That's all been replaced with a nice metal junction box with correct connectors, and one easily trace where the power's going.
To recap: the light in the center of J's bedroom ceiling has been replaced with a recessed light by his closet, and the center space filled with a ceiling fan. Much nicer.
Tomorrow: K's room gets the same treatment. Man, I'm tired.
Just finished half a day in our unfinished attic, through the heat of the day working in extremely cramped quarters, rewiring some frightening connections and replacing an inefficient lamp in the center of the ceiling with a fan.
My knees are in a great deal of pain (knee pads for tomorrow's work), and my legs and shoulders are still shaky from having to manuever in what is, essentially, the set of Hellraiser VI. There is no floor so one has to step on the joists, and no headroom. This was a space I had difficulty negotiating when I was 18 years old and 140 pounds.
I am no longer either of those.
Part of the project is updating any connection I happen to work with to bring them up to modern codes. Most of the original splices in the house are made using techniques that were correct when they were made (back in the fifties) but give nightmares to building inspectors now. To give you a picture of what I replaced:
Starting at roughly 12 o'clock, the wire top center: that one went to the light over the bathroom sink; clockwise to the next wire: that went to the switch in the bathroom wall; next, the wire to the switch for the light in the bedroom; next: incoming power; finally: a bit of wire without function; presumably, it used to lead somewhere, but dead-ended in a junction box.
That's all been replaced with a nice metal junction box with correct connectors, and one easily trace where the power's going.
To recap: the light in the center of J's bedroom ceiling has been replaced with a recessed light by his closet, and the center space filled with a ceiling fan. Much nicer.
Tomorrow: K's room gets the same treatment. Man, I'm tired.