Tuesday was another day mostly with the electricians, who had finished putting in numerous cans for lighting the kitchen on Monday. Yesterday they worked on putting in four cans to improve the lighting in the "man cave" downstairs, where Nick and his dad had boarded up the walls with 100+ year-old ship-lapped planks he salvaged from an old seed grainery that is being torn apart downtown. The electricians also poked many holes in the walls of the man cave and laundry room to recondinate the power coupling so the family room would stop blowing a fuse every time 2 things were plugged in. (Alright, I obviously don't know what they did other than answer my call of "I need more power! She can't take much more!", said in my head with my best Scotty accent).
The man cave room also suffered a bit from being underneath the kitchen when it flooded last August, but on the plus side we tore out the ugly ceiling tiles and the electricians were able to easily access space under the kitchen when they wanted to fiddle around with stuff from underneath.
On a less positive but somewhat humorous note, the younger electrician guy they called Thunder (I assume an apprentice) did not notice the water line in the ceiling when he was cutting a board for the new can lighting, and I heard the waterfall commence from the laundry room next door. This is sadly becoming a familiar sound to me. The other electrician guy found where to turn off the water and I helped them mop it up with every spare towel in the house. Poor Thunder was very sheepish and apologetic, and spent an unexpected chunk of his day going home to get out of his drenched clothes and hit Moscow Building Supply to get parts to fix it. He did bring back his personal humidifier, and the carpet is pretty much dry today already. They had even more fun times when they later turned the water back on and the old brass knob broke, so back to MBS went Thunder again for more plumbing supplies.