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Bright and early Sunday morning the husband and his friend were hard at it.
Removing the stuffing they’d previously stuffed and drilling holes for the continuous feed wires to slip through.
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This, as you can imagine…. was a royal pain in the *ss.
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But finally, it was ready for a light fixture.
And my husband used the pool table as an auxiliary ladder.
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Viola.
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A light fixture.
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Which receives the husband’s very technical and OSHA approved tug test.
Just kidding, OSHA reps run screaming in horror from any project my husband oversees.
More stuffing, more plywood.
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Light fixture number two was not at all cooperative, and adjustments I don’t even want to contemplate were made.
This might be a good time to mention the time my husband installed a ceiling fan in our living room in North Carolina.
It took an electrician 2 hours to undo that mess.
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But after an hour of tinkering, and some oh so colorful language…
Fixture two was up.
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Were the proper amount of decorative screws used? They were not.
Was it in perfect alignment with the first light fixture? It was not.
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But since this simple job took them over 5 hours?
I doubt they cared.
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- For informational purposes only – the husband can not decide whether he wants to put ceiling fans in between the lights or just another light, hence the open middle space.
