Once a Sparky. . .

It used to be that TVs came in their own cabinet, you lugged it into the house, and plugged it in. Then TVs got bigger and bulkier. You had to buy a cabinet to house the thing. Then they got skinnier and wider. Now, you hang them on the wall or from the ceiling, which we have done, but this one is going on the wall.

Luckily, I married a sparky.

With our first flat-screen TV, Dambara stuffed all of cables and wires and connectors from the outlet, DVD player, and speaker into a channel that ran up the wall to the TV itself. That was pretty cool. Nice and tidy.

At the next house, we paid a guy to hang the TV from the ceiling, and the cables et al sardined into their channel up the wall and across the ceiling. The channel was nicely concealed behind some beaded curtains, so everything was nice and tidy.

This time 'round, we've spent a few months immersed in extensive wall reconfiguration, with drywall coming out, going in, getting holes, getting patched, so Dambara has entered a whole new realm of cable control. This time 'round, the cables went inside the wall.

Homeowner 101

Once a sparky, always a sparky

A plethora of cables. A constellation of drywall holes. Everything's tucked and pulled, patched and spackled, tidy and nice. Together with Vihaan, they hung the TV, connected speakers and computer, vacuumed drywall dust, shifted couches, plumped pillows, and voila! We were ready for our first movie night.

And that's a story for another time.