Another story about me
being right
Dani and I
have been thinking about rewiring the house for a while now. The
electrical system needs updating just about everywhere downstream of
the breakers. And there are too few outlets in most rooms in any
case, especially my office, what with the computer, printer/scanner,
stereo, guitar amps, effects processors, guitar synth, keyboard,
etc. Additionally we need better insulation. The attic is
fine (it's doubled up in most places, in fact), but there's nothing but
dead space in the exterior walls all the way around.
I told Dani we ought to rewire it, insulate it, and replace the
sheetrock as we go. Dani said that would be a monumental
undertaking. No, I said, it's no big deal if you do one room at a
time.
Dani called me after work the other day and said she had been talking
to the maintenance man at her job. She mentioned to him that we
were thinking about rewiring the house. She tells me that he said
it's no big deal to rewire the house one room at a time. She
tells me this as though this is news. She tells me this as though
I hadn't told her this myself.
I'm like, "So you asked an expert and he told you the exact same thing
as I told you?"
Her: "Yeah, but it's more reassuring to hear it from an expert."
Me: "What I don't get in any of this is credit for having the same
knowledge as the expert. What I'm not hearing in any of this is,
'Gee, Alex. You were exactly right!"
Copyright
2008
Alexplorer.
