Let There Be Light

Back in January when we moved into our new condo we knew that it was low on overhead lights. (The only ones were in the kitchen, dining room, and bathrooms). Neither Hubby Tony nor I are a fan of relying on lamps, so our first project in making the place our permanent home was having an electrician come and rectify the problem.

We got estimates and chose a company. We went to the hardware store and purchased ceiling fans with light kits for the family room and master bedroom, and a fixture for the spare bedroom. (The electrician was supplying the rest.) The service date he offered us was several weeks past the date we accepted the estimate, and then got pushed back an extra two weeks by an issue on his part. At that time I was looking forward to having the work completed this week.

However, as the day got closer I started to wonder if we were doing the right thing having someone come into our house. What if this electrician had been exposed to COVID-19? After talking it over with Tony we decided the condo was large enough to socially distance ourselves, and I could also disinfect any necessary surfaces after he left.

My fears were unfounded. The electrician walked in wearing gloves, and after a quick greeting and outlining of the order of the work he got started. Tony carried his things to the back bedroom and continued to work, and I moved from room to room as necessary. By the end of the day Tony's office had can lights in each corner of the room, and another can light over the fireplace provided a beautiful wash of light.

Today the rest of the lights were installed. The electrician also improved the switches in the kitchen so accent lights over the stove and sink could operate independently of the main fixture. Now I can walk into a room and flip a switch instead of fumbling with a lamp, which is much more convenient!

Five years ago today: Better To Be Safe Than Sorry