So I am learning how to wire a house. Not that I'm to be trusted and not that I do anything technical but I can drill holes and pull wire and I'm useful when the MB is in the crawl space and needs someone on floor one to pull something.
Electrification will be a major event: the house will come alive with the possibilities of living there. Gianfranco Petrilli is on his way from Montreal with 40 metres of cable to make the connection and we are fiddling with outlets and swtiches. We will soon be listening to Pat Metheny on the Bose docking station, played at full volume...
The day begins well, with work at 8am for an hour and a half, then off to St Peter's to get the muffler pipe on our car welded back into a sleeve. George's garage is pure fiction: it would cost a fortune to build a stage set like this. Please don't change, George, at least until I'm dead. This is like a Bogart movie. And the actors to match.
Then off to Tim Hortons for coffee and raisin bran muffins, to Blair Landry's hardware for new piping and a conversation in French with an habitant of L'Ardoise. We scoff a little at the English who call this town 'Lordways'instead of L'Ardoise...My first French speaker from this Acadian community and we're being critical of the maudit anglais.
So proceeding with drilling and pulling wire, wrestling with wire. We want to be ready for Gianfranco when he arrives. His ideas might be very useful.
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