I decided to get the ladder out today when I got home from work and get up there and at least clean the bugs out. I took the cover off and the light bulb fell out, still attached but not attached. Make sense? The little metal piece holding it in place had rusted clean through and the bulb was just laying on the plastic cover.
Wait a minute. I am an electrician. Or at least I play one at the base. I figured I could try it. I mean, if I can kinda-sorta rewire an F-15 and install things on the jet like an angle of attack probe (oh, yes, I did.), I can do a simple home wiring job.
So I went over to Lowe's and got a new light fixture, came home, cut the power to the house and hooked that baby right on up! I hooked up the hot wire, the neutral and the ground and halleluyer, it worked!
I am so proud. :) Two years ago, I would not have attempted such a thing. I have grown so much, learned so much with my course of study and my new job.
When I flipped on the switch, I wondered if that was how God felt when He created light and darkness. Looky here what I did!