Last weekend my brother and his girlfriend came up to visit. While she and I were out shopping for her wedding dress, my brother was kind enough to switch out all of our light fixtures for us. The way I undertsand it, Mike supervised. Along with Forrest.
It’s not that I couldn’t switch the lights out myself. In our old house, I took down the grimy ceiling fan in the kitchen one day and replaced it with a flushmount light fixture. It only took me, well, the whole day. And three trips to the hardware store. It seemed much more efficient to just have my brother do it. It took him less than 3 hours to put up 11 lights. He’s an electrician, so at least I know it was done correctly and safely. I really appreciated that he was willing to spend a Saturday doing the same thing he does all week, so I made sure to have a roast in the crock pot and a fridge full of beer for him when he was done.
I know Mike doesn’t really care about the lights, but I think they made a world of difference!