My dad has been here since Thursday helping us with the "kitchen". Needless to say, our house is so wacky that he hasn't even started on kitchen work yet. It turns out that about 60% of the electricity for our house was run thru these 2 old cloth wires ----->
Yeah, looks real safe right? Now imagine this powering about 10 lights, 3 space heaters, 20 outlets, etc.... How this house did not burn down, I have no idea OR how the previous owner was able to power 3 space heaters on this (as we saw when we first saw the house) I will never understand.
In addition, I spray-painted this fan black instead if it's klassy flimsy brass.
Don't mind the cracked, peeling ceiling. That is a job for another day.
I'm soooooo glad he is here, even though he makes me feel like the wuss that I am. Today he had to go under the back porch. Remember when I did that? I outfitted myself in the equvalient of a hazmat suit (even though Marc said I looked more like a member of Devo):
So my dad goes under there like this: No mask, no gloves, no nothing:
I am a wuss.