It felt like cheating, but I'm ok with that

I've been known to take a few risks with my d-i-y projects, but I'm not an idiot,

so when the fan on the vaulted living room ceiling died last week,

I was compelled to call in professionals to replace it.

 Much better.

This one has a lower profile, hangs closer to the ceiling, and there's a switch on the remote control

to change the direction of the blades for summer and winter use –

no more standing on the top step of the ladder every season to move a switch.

I think I've entered my era of cautious living.

As long as the professionals were here, I guiltily let them handle

several other projects on my electrical to-do list. 

It felt like cheating, but I'm ok with that.

I don't like playing with electricity, or crawling around in the attic.

Sure, there would have been lots of blog fodder if I'd tackled these projects myself, 

but Alex will likely fill that void.

 

 So now I have one more recessed light in the kitchen, to illuminate

my usually empty pantry, but maybe I'll be more inspired to cook

now that I can better see what's in there.

 

 I've been loving my new festive lights on the back porch,

but plugging in an ugly orange extension cord to turn them on was getting old.

 Now there's an outlet in the porch ceiling, controlled by a switch in the house.

Much better.

 

 

 Then there was the sconce in my bedroom which needed to be moved

before I tackle the next big project, which I'm planning to do myself

but that may be overly ambitious. We'll see.

 

The first 10.5 months of retirement haven't gone exactly as planned

because I'm working almost as much as before, doing freelance jobs,

and haven't had time to tackle many of the d-i-y projects on my list.

But it's nice to have more income than I'd planned on, too, so there's that. 

Makes me feel a little less guilty about calling in the professionals.