Electrical Work

Even before I washed or had breakfast this morning I thought I would take advantage of the lack of mosquitoes and go on a hike to the swamp. I was partially looking for moose tracks to see if the moose behind my cabin had come that way and I wasn’t disappointed. I saw no wildlife, however, even though I’d brought my camera, so I came back to eat and then do some electrical work.

I want an outlet near my writing table, and since I’m not sure what I will be running, I combined AC and DC in one outlet. I’ve labelled the poles and hopefully I don’t plug something intended for a different voltage into the wrong socket. While I was doing that, I put both an AC and DC socket outside just beside the porch door. That will make working in the yard a bit easier, sawing wood at the sawhorse or using one of my DC converted-to-corded drills.

I had brief thoughts about installing an outlet outside the rear door, but I’m not sure about that. It would send an ugly yellow smear of wire down the wall, use up quite a bit of wire—which granted I have lots of—and only save me the odd time when I am cutting brush east of the cabin. Perhaps that’s a project for another time.

It’s been raining now for half the day, and after the electrical work of this morning, I’ve been doing some writing on my adoption narratives and watching some films which tell those stories. I’ll be leaving the land soon, or it will feel like it is soon as the time passes so quickly. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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