There's nothing I'd rather do than balance on an uneven ladder to hang a new light fixture.

January 29, 2016 - Friday

-7 degrees/clear/breezy

Pentoga Road

It's cold this morning. After several days of relative warmth, Carl the Weatherman says it's going to be cold today, then we're going to experience a huge warm up with rain and freezing rain coming into our area tomorrow. Next week's forecast? It's to be back to normal with lows dipping down to the single digits or below zero.

I was looking over this past week's logs and for whatever reason, this has been the week of light fixtures, hanging from tall ladders, and playing electrician. First, there was the security light on the barn, then the light in the basement stairwell, and yesterday, Sargie and I hung the fixture in the upstairs stairwell. It wasn't planned that way. Hmm, must have been the alignment of the planets or some other mysterious phenomena. I go years and never install a light fixture. I'm not sure what caused all the action of this past week.

None-the-less, I worked Thursday morning from a high rung of the extension ladder.

 I was lucky. The old box onto which the fixture attaches is a relic, one from electrical days gone by. There was nothing conventional in which to attach the new light.

Looking closer, I found two random holes in the box through which the decorative bolts might fit. I held my breath, said a prayer to the Angel of Light Fixtures Everywhere, and stuck the bolts through. They worked, barely. In this case, barely was good enough. The light was hung and the job finished.

Sister-in-law, Nancy, has been having some computer problems. Sargie and I hopped in the car and drove to Foster City. I worked for most of the afternoon while the girls caught up on life, but I never did solve the dilemma, why her wireless router won't relay information to her computer. I promised that I'd continue to read and research from home and sooner or later, we'll find a solution. It might be time to call my good friend and computer guru, Vince, in northern Maine. Vince can fix anything.

We had a quiet evening last night and both of us remarked how quickly the day had flown by. They always do when Sargie's home.

Sargie opens the Vision Center today. I'm going to walk my usual three miles then work out in the shop. 

Meanwhile, there's coffee to sip and deep thoughts to think. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...