Wes and the boys were working hard over the last few days to fix the electrical situation in our living room. A living room which I have not lived in since November 2006. So, we could call it a non-living room. A limbo room. The Room of Exposed Joists and Brick and Mess.
So, what finally did jump start this frenzy of work in the front room after this mess had lain dormant for so long?
A few months ago, the delivery guy from Semiramis (the baba ganoush is to die for) hauled our dinner order to the back door--again--and confronted me on the back porch.
"Those guys who left that work undone for you? In your front room? What is the story there? That is terrible. You should make trouble for them."
Gently, I explained that "those guys" was, in fact, me. And that I was going to make trouble for myself very soon. I promised him. A whole heap of trouble. Right after I ate his fantastic Lahm Meshwi and baba ganoush. I was very definitely going to take myself to task.
Eh, those guys already know I'm crazy.
And then, there was Halloween this year. When one of us had to sit on a folding chair passing out candy to little children who were too scared to come up the front steps. What they could see through the front windows looked like a dungeon from their worst nightmares and they didn't want any part of it.
A chatty dad made casual conversation from the sidewalk.
"Doing a little work on the house, eh? Well, you should write it all down and take pictures. LOTS of pictures. You'll want to remember it when it's over."
Excellent advice, sir, I thank you. Yes, you can be sure that I will remember all of this very well when this is all over. If it is ever over. As will hundreds of our friends, colleagues and acquaintances. We will never, ever forget this decade.
The push that got this train moving again was getting past the wood windows and lead paint abatement adventure of Aught Seven combined with final agreement on HOW to light the room and with WHAT. Plus, we had finally saved up the money to pay an electrician. Which, in hindsight, might have been a good idea BEFORE we did the demo. Lesson learned, my friends, lesson learned.
So now our nimble electricians were threading cables through the plaster walls and putting together electrical conduit and making everything safe and up to code. They were beautiful.
As beautiful as two electricians in sweatshirts holding wires could be. I love these guys, but Rechelle had Jake Gyllenhaal working on her porch and who can compete with that???
Though I have to say, their approach to getting new fixtures behind 95+ year old plaster was downright surgical. Can Jake do that?
As always, mad props to Wes and his crew for being the most talented, thoughtful and helpful electricians that we know. We are finally one step closer to getting that living room back.