I'm in the final stages - well okay maybe not the final stages but gettin' there - of finishing off my basement. I've been told I need to call it a "lower level" now that it has sheetrock and paint and I'm trying, but it's been a basement for so long it's hard to stop.
But this wiring thing, quite frankly, scares me to death. And I know why. It's magic. You can't see it. You can't touch it - or at least you shouldn't. You can't smell it - and if you can you've done something terribly wrong. And I'm not the only one. A fellow Wisconsin writer thinks the same thing too. Read his wonderful book and you'll know my plight because we are kindred spirits when it comes to this sorcery called electricity.
But I sail 7 ton sailboats. I dive to shipwrecks that are 120 feet down in Lake Superior. I should be able to handle a couple switches and outlets shouldn't I? Oh yeah you betcha...
As you can see by the photo above, I'm all about taking precautions. I don't know what is "hot" so I cover everything! And furthermore, I shut the power off to the entire house when I change a lightbulb. Momma didn't raise no fool....
2 comments:
Mark,
This "electricity is magic" is what the function of art is all about. It is one of only a few disciplines which is able to respond to it...on a real good day. It is what I think e.e.cummings referred to as "the turning edge of life." It is there and more really real than the U.S.Government because it is actual. It welcomes the other twenty percent with an ah-hah!
And I consider electricians to be artists! The stuff absolutely baffles me.... I can handle a spinning saw or a power nailer. The result is loud and tangible - I know where I stand right away with stuff like that!
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