|Jul. 10th, 2014 @ 07:52 am Adventures in Housecleaning|
First off, I'm not much of a housecleaner at the best of times and right now, I'm pulling out of state of depression that lasted about a decades, as far as I can figure. Mind you, I wasn't sad, I had a pretty upbeat attitude and all, but ... I really couldn't get myself to care about a regular cleaning schedule. For some reason, possibly because the other symptoms of (pre)diabetes have abated; or perhaps because I had to do some cleaning in advance of my elder son's visit; that last has changed.|
I'm making an effort to clean the bathrooms and vacuum the heavily traversed carpets twice a week. At that time, I also expand to what I think of as new cleaning. That's always been my M.O., I do a small area - one room, perhaps. Then next time, I tidy up that room and do a second. The next time, I do those two and then a third. And so forth.
Yesterday was cleaning day. I cleaned the downstairs bathroom (and ... wooo! that was easy. And quick!) but my partner was up in the Master bedroom and I prefer to do both upstairs bathrooms at the same time, so I looked around for the next chore. Vacuuming. Library, Livingroom & Kitchen. (Yes, I vacuum the kitchen floor. Keeps the dust bunnies from escaping.)
Pause in the kitchen. I decided to clean the kitchen window above the sink before I continue into the diningroom (in retrospect, that may have been a mistake - waiting I mean). The one problem with this idea is that there is a dangling fluorescent light above the sink - resting on a hanging birdbath/feeder that ... It amuses me to have that there. I took down the chain of spirit-catchers and took a long hard look at the light. My first thought was to duct-tape it up and out of the way but ... as I cleaned off the dust and dirt, I had another thought. I called an electrician.
He arrived around 12:30 (amazing, yes?) Took a look at the wires and ... couldn't figure out WHAT they had done. (The original owners of the house were massively DYI-ers whose vision exceeded their grasp.) He threw the breaker (good! No electrocution in MY house), detached wires & deadheaded them, cut wires & deadheaded them (and the dangling fixture was DOWN. The crowd goes wild!) which left me with dangling deadheaded wires.
But ... that bothered him. He called his boss and ... well, I'm not entirely sure what HE said, but the electrician decided see if he could get rid of the dangling wires, one of which was still live because ... see previous statement about the confusion at the switch end. He got a saw and started tearing up the plaster above the sink and .. he found the BOX. A collection of various wires (including the wires to the now removed dangling fixture. Did I mention that this was a DISPOSABLE plant light that had no way to change the bulb which was hardwired in place?)
This ... box - apparently a standard way to deal with electrical matters, had been capped with a metal piece which had been plastered over. I suspect that it was the metal cap that he was most disdainful of. He replaced that with a plastic cap and then did his best to spackle over the (small-ish) hole he'd cut in his search for said box.
It was 3 pm by the time he finished this. That done, he went upstairs to take a look at the defunct light fixture in the closet of the master bedroom. As it happens, he figured out WHY it was defunct. It had operated by means of a pull chain and someone had pulled the light off so hard that the chain had pulled out, leaving the socket turned off for all time.
Unfortunately, current safety codes do not allow bare bulbs in closets any more, so he removed that socket and covered the space where it had been with another plastic cover.
And he left. He'd been there for 4 hours. I shudder to think of the bill we'll be getting.
FWIW, while he was here, I cleaned the two bathrooms, vacuumed the upstairs and swept the floor of the master bedroom. I also brought the bed-linens off the line and made my bed. After he left, I went to Walmart to get some sewing elastic and a sub, then finished the second doll outfit that I am sending to my great-great-niece.