After many years of saying “I’m going to replace that crappy light fixture in the TV room” I finally got off my butt and did it. In much the same way as taking a photo atop Mount Everest, the end goal was much simpler than the overall journey.
First thing I noticed was that I’ve had roof rats up there, judging by the copious droppings. Next we have the heaps of cardboard boxes that the previous owners left up there. Someone “installed” (and I use that word lightly) cellulose insulation, evidently by standing 5 yards back from the scuttle and hurling handfuls of the stuff in. And there’s some big hunk of metal crap up there.
Up I go. First thing, remove tons of cardboard boxes and recycle. Oh so green. Next remove the metal object which turns out to be an entire roof-mounted TV antenna, nailed INSIDE the attic.
There’s so much rat crap that the idea of scooping it aside, installing a new light and then raking it all back into place grosses me out, so time to get rid of it all. 24 Hefty bags full of a 50/50 mixture of cellulose/rodent feces later, attic is looking clearer.
Gosh it’s warm up here. Well no wonder, there is no attic vent. That’s another afternoon installing proper ventilation.
Now let’s look at the wiring. Saved the best for last, it’s like a group photo from the Electrical Code Violation picnic.
Old armored cable installed with romex fittings. Romex laid randomly on top of rafters. Hot wires left lying out in the open (with a helpful postit saying “Hot!!!”). Cables stapled by a blind man. Four-way switch setup using three three-way switches (???). Ground wires left totally unconnected to anything. Jumping Jehosaphat! Out comes the tools and the electrical codebook, off Valgard goes to the hardware store.
For any project, the number of trips (N) to the hardware store can be calculated by:
N=P*H+Q
Where P = number of parts required, H=number of hardware stores in the area since no single store will have everything that you need and Q=the number of parts that you didn’t THINK were required but HA HA guess what they are absolutely critical.
Many weekends later, attic is clean - all crap (figurative and literal) removed. Holes where roof rats were getting in have been patched. Five nifty new low-voltage halogen recessed fixtures installed. Crappy old switches removed and new dimmers added. Wiring done to code. Hideous old stuff removed or at least rerouted and rewired so that it’s as close to code as I can make it without gutting the walls. Got to move a couple more wires and then I can roll out the new insulation and pat myself on the back.
So here I sit, feeling rather accomplished. Back is sore from working too many weekends stooped over. Cat is pawing at the keyboard and wanting patting. Soft glow from the ceiling lights is soothing. Life is good.
And I have a happy little image of whoever did the original work up there being taken out, tied to an angry bull, stuffed with old insulation and rat excrement and then whipped to within an inch of their life with dirty armored cable. After that a colony of miniature electrical inspectors takes up residence in their colon and forces them to justify every action they take for the rest of their life.
Ah, my dinner is ready and my kitty is purring.
Mmm.
