Do not readjust your set… not that there are sets you can readjust anymore.
It’s time for another frisbee photo story prompt hosted by Marilyn at the Serendipity blog. I don’t plan on being up very long this morning since I have a rain dance ballgame to go to tonight, so I didn’t put a whole lot of thought or effort into this post. You know, business as usual for me…
I seemed to always have issues with getting my AC to kick on for the first time each year, and in 2011, the problem wound up being the thermostat installed by the previous owner giving out. So I got a new top of the line unit from Mecca and with a little help from my Dad, installed it all by myself! Those who know how completely unhandy I am would be mighty impressed that I managed this feat without blowing something up or setting a cat on fire.
Stuff usually just breaks when I look at it.
As you can see from the opening photo, however, while I got the new thermostat hooked up and running properly… I wound up fastening it to the wall completely cockeyed. It never bothered me… I am the living embodiment of form following function. Something doesn’t have to look pleasing to me as long as it does what it’s supposed to do. This may explain why I’ve never felt the need to change the theme on my blog in all my time here.
Hey, 2010 was a good year!
However last year, when my HVAC peeps came out to install my new air conditioner after someone tried to make off with my old piece of garbage, one of the repairmen noticed the slanted thermostat and quickly whipped out his screwdriver to take it off and straighten it up. I found out from his partner that the guy is just a tad OCD. Of course, Mr. OCD also claimed to be good at remembering details, yet when he came back to install my new furnace this past January, he “noted” that I repainted my living room walls to add some bumpy texture…. the same bumpy texture that has been on my walls since I moved in six years ago, and will likely remain on my walls until I’m carted out of my house in a body bag after my cats kill me.
See that jugular vein, Biskit? Watch what happens when I nick it…
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
I used to do stuff myself. Hanging shelves. Putting up simple light fixtures. Everything I did was just a wee bit off. Didn’t bother me. If it didn’t fall off leaving a big hole in the wall, that was good enough. But. As soon as my son got old enough, he co-opted my toolbox and I have not installed anything since. (It was part of my secret plan.)
You are NOT the unhandiest, you know. Garry is THE unhandiest. I could actually have a cardiac event imagining what would happen if he were to try to install anything. Even a light bulb would probably be a catastrophe.
How many bloggers does it take to screw in a light bulb? There is a question for the ages…
Now I’m going to be brooding on this question all night. It is sure to keep me awake …
Snorts! This is too funny. Really. My dad is so NOT inclined mechanically at ALL. That is the understatement of the year which gives me an idea for a new blog posting – snorts with piggy laughter! XOXO – Bacon
Can’t wait to see your version of This Old House!
Okay, whenever you’ve shown that thermometer with the +100 on it, I’ve always assumed that was on the outside wall of the house. If that was inside, now I’m really impressed!
Damn, even I don’t keep it that hot in my house. The thermometer display on the bumpy wall is part of one of those cheap ass weather kits you can pick up in the hardware department at Mecca. It links via remote control to the sensor that hangs outside my front door…
Congrats on installing the thermostat all by yourself, with a little help from your dad! 🙂 I wish Mr. OCD would come over here and paint around my thermostat. My inner OCD self keeps things level and balanced but can’t be bothered with painting over the ring of old paint around our smaller, newer thermostat.
Your cats really do look like they might have been contemplating something that evil!
Well done! I admire all handiwork. Keep an eye on those cats….:-D
I like to remind them who supplies the food around this establishment…
the golden rule ( I use it around here) He/She who has the gold makes the rules.
It works for copper too! 😀
Every time I try to make the last fixes, Bill, I screw it up just a little more … Your plan is better. Indeed.
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Unless Robin Leach is coming over to see the place, why bother with the appearances?
Eaten by cats seems as good a way to go as any.
It can’t be worse than getting gnawed on by squirrels…
The thermostat is actually so skew it looks like you did it deliberately for some unknown reason. It’s a talking point at parties!
I should put a frame around it and call it abstract art…. oh wait, I can’t do that since the stupid repairman straightened it out WITHOUT MY CONSENT!!!
Well, that’s a law suit right there 🙂
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