This is part of the Home Improvening series.
Several weeks ago, we purchased a new light for our entryway to replace the 1980s smoked-glass-and-brass nightmare that had been hanging there since, well, the 1980s. My plan last week was to devote all of Saturday to \”opening the yard,\” wherein I mow, edge, weed (and feed), rake, thatch, prune, and plant for the first time of the year. Mother Nature had a different idea, so I was restricted to indoor activities.
The daunting thing about hanging the light was not the act itself of replacing a light. That stuff is easy. The challenge was the location of the light, anchored into the high, angled ceiling and positioned directly over stairs. There isn\’t a way to convey the scale of the light\’s position in one photograph, so here\’s two:
That\’s one sexy accessory, no? Awww yeah. Originally, I thought I would have to build some sort of platform over the stairs onto which I could position a regular ladder, and this explains why the new light had been sitting in the garage for over a month. Since I was trapped in the house on Saturday, I decided to make with the trial and error, starting with a weird ladder on indefinite loan to me from Gia\’s dad. It\’s a knockoff of a Little Giant; same design but smaller and with fewer features. It has four sections. I set three of them straight and angled the top one to essentially reach over the stairs from the floor. Next stop, Cirqu du Soleil:
I can\’t articulate the exact physics behind it, but adding an elbow in the ladder like that makes it, how you say, really fucking unstable. I looked like Chubby Checker up there throughout the entire process.
Long story short, there were a few tense moments, several swear words, a modest amount of sweating, and my arms and feet went numb, but the process only took about an hour and could have been much much worse. Doneski: