A recent one-act dramedy, taking place in the living room.
Setting: Me, standing on a ladder wielding the drill and trying to put a large hole in the plaster ceiling.
In walks Stuart, looks up at me, face twisting into a grimace.
Stuart: “Usually when I walk in and witness you holding the drill and crying, it means a project for me.”
Me: “Don’t worry, Stuart. I was merely whimpering.”
Stuart walks away and tries not to feel needed. Me, now cursing whoever invented plaster and this old house, tries to continue making a hole in the ceiling, ignoring the arm pain that is caused by holding a drill over your head for way too long. Then I am struck by a bright idea. Perhaps this is my opportunity to show Stuart how much I need him! Besides, every now and then a guy needs to be needed, right?
Scene 2: Me, now drinking a beer with feet up on the ottoman, watching Stuart put up my light. What is better than that? And we all lived happily ever after, or close enough.
The light was needed in this living room, not only for light, but for visual PAZAM! It was my birthday present from my mom, who will buy me whatever I ask for without any thought to how it will be installed. A no questions asked sort of confidence policy. She would not want to damage my self-esteem or anything. When Stuart entered the scene above, I had already faced some turmoil with this light. I broke the inside shade that was supposed to conceal the lightbulb. The baby was “helping” me and I was frustrated with the plaster ceiling. The directions went something like: “open box, install light.”
Even with the exposed lightbulb, it looks nice and I had no idea how complicated that raceway stuff is to use. If you want to conceal a wire running across your ceiling, it is great. Here is a tip: Put the wire into the raceway, clip it closed, and only THEN do you stick it to the ceiling. After it is up, it will fade away and not be too noticeable, I promise.
And of course, one thing leads to another…. Now I need to get curtains to conceal the wire running along the window to the plug, which also needs to be replaced.
It is at these times that I am so grateful for Stuart and I can’t believe he puts up with me.
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