As the scholars of literature in our audience can attest, surprising plot twists as well as recurring themes make for compelling reading. Thus, at this point in our narrative, we reintroduce a figure we first encountered three days ago: the appliance repairman. As you will perhaps recall, he arrived on Sunday morning in order to fix our washing machine. Today, however, his target was our dryer. As it turned out, the ignitor had cracked and needed to be replaced.
[Off topic digression: The repairman said that this can happen when one's dryer begins to age. In contrast, the ignitor on our oven goes every year or two - because of sediments in the gas canisters. Ironically, however, even though the dryer ignitor lasts much longer, it costs much less.]
And now back to our renovations:
Thank you to the "anonymous" (ahem) commenter who suggested that we put a switch with a red light for the attic light. We asked the kablan about this, and he said that he would do it if we wanted, but he didn't think it was really necessary. Since there won't be a door to the attic and since there will be two bright fluorescent lights, one will be able to see if the attic light is on or not. So we're skipping it for now.
Meanwhile, he worked some more on the light switch and strung the wire through the channel:
He also brought the paint which will be used to stain the exposed wood:
If you look closely at the side of the can (especially if you click to enlarge the picture), you can see that the color is egoz.
And, as is our wont, we conclude this posting with a roof view:
Note that all the cross beams are in - as are the upright pieces on the side of the attic.
(Credit for today's pictures goes to our Chief of Photography, who has a rare afternoon off.)