I had a brilliant, funny and, I thought, rather moving post in this spot last night. But less amused opinions prevailed, and I had to remove the sensitive content.
Here’s the abbreviated, unfunny version: The electricians departed yesterday with their rather sizeable check. Let’s just say I learned an important lesson about the bidding process. But heck, it’s just money, right?
The Hive now has 75 amps of power on tap. There’s a panel inside with several of those breaker things (neatly labeled). And a pipe stuffed with wires runs around the wall punctuated by massive “quad boxes”. All the old outlets installed when this building was a garage, back when Henry Ford was still making automobiles, are disabled. No chance I’m going to set the building on fire. Again.
An additional 25 amps of power remain, waiting for the day we install a small enameling kiln in the Hive.
I am assured that I can run two hot plates, a heat gun, three irons, a sewing machine, an array of lights, a music device and two heaters all at the same time.
So that’s the update. I clutch the invoice with trembling hands muttering my new mantra: “It’s only money. Only money. Only money.”
Next week, I’ll start my encaustic support series. In the meantime, here’s another Fayum mummy portrait, in situ: