Hannah and I had looked at the electrical outlets in the living room and realized that the wiring was ancient. I had bought some three-prongers, in anticipation that they could be easily swapped over, but after seeing the knob-and-tube, we gave it up. I have to re-affix the outlet covers, because as all experienced DYI-ers do, we ran out of time and ended up finishing the thermostat in th e dark. Or rather Hannah did, as I parked my butt on the couch and watched her put the tools away.
Today's ambition was to finish the tiling in the kitchen, but I'm not sure how far I'll get.
I just hauled two garbage bags of old junk from the basement and some old cardboard. There's a fair amount of old lumber down there that needs to go to the transfer station, but I'm not sure how much I can manage today. This alone will help keep down some of the odors I hope.
But the good news is... the old wiring follows either a central truss, or the perimeter of the house and is easily accessible. When I decide that I want to tackle re-wiring, and yes, I do. I do know how to read the code.... it shouldn't be that difficult.. famous last words I know, but the greatest relief comes from knowing that I'm not going to have to tear the walls apart to get at wiring. Fishing... coat hanger sacrifice. Hmmm... life insurance probably isn't a bad idea though.
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