So, remember when I was all blase about giving a comprehensive guide to all the things you know about renovating a room? I’m 1500 words in to a damn electrical guide, and I bet it’s, oh, a third of the way done? I’m super excited about it, but I’m still fighting this feeling that I have to post something, and that thing is nowhere near ready.
Instead, there’s this…
That’s an electrician working on my pole. At the top of a 30′ ladder. Balancing in the raised bucket of my tractor. In 16-degree weather.
Actually, this isn’t so much of a story as it as a moment of “Holy Shit” it my life. I really, really don’t recommend this. There’s nothing like being uptight, full of adrenaline, and stuck on a tractor in freezing weather (scared of accidentally touching a pedal or lever lest it send some unsuspecting electrician to his doom.)
So… good news? No electricians died in the making of this post. But, shit. Let’s not do that a again.
However, the electrical work on the farm is officially done until sometime next year when I run electric out to the big barn.
We’re expecting a warm weekend, which, just for reference, this is what my house looked like this morning…
So let’s put “warm” in the context of that. It’s so pretty, but so, so cold.
In any case. It’s supposed to be like 40, which I will totally take, because a couple of nights ago it was 16-degress and I finally decided to take the window AC unit out of my bedroom window.
About half-way through this process I was crouching by the window and had both my arms wrapped around the unwieldy AC unit, and the window (that was previously stuck open) slid shut. I figured my only option at that point in time was to use my forehead to try to lift the window a few inches so I could pull the AC unit out, and because my head is hard as hell, that idea resulted in this…
It also somehow resulted in a bloody toe. Not from the glass, but because immediately after I maneuvered the AC unit out of the way, I ran to the other side of the room to turn the lights on and assess the damage to the window and I stubbed my toe so bad that I may loose a toenail.
Are you effing kidding me? It’s two days later and that thing is still bleeding. And it’s also still approximately 40 degrees in my bedroom because apparently duct-taping some cardboard to your window is not as good as having actual glass.
And since it’s supposed to be a warm 40-degrees on Sunday, I may take that time to replace this window pane before I turn into a human Popsicle in my own bed…
You guys, this is my life.
I’m not complaining, because it’s an awesome life. But it sure never lacks for adventure.