Father is the hero of the electrical work. I did a lot of dreaming up what I wanted/needed, but I basically put Father in charge to figure out how and if we could make it happen. With his genius and my... my... well, with his genius we are getting it done.
The Old Junk
Our three old kitchen outlets were all run with old, crunchy, cloth-wrapped, not-so-grounded wire. Some of the outlets even crumbled and fell apart when I tried to pop the cover plates off. Yucky.
Left of sink: This is the only counter outlet we had, and I'm keeping it. But it's getting delicious new wire.
Fridge: Sorry, but I'm putting cabinets in front of you. You gotta go.
Microwave at the table: Remember that one? It will become the new fridge outlet, and it's getting new wire too. Muwahahaha!
The New Stuff
Father and I are adding at least four new outlets (dedicated gas stove, two counter outlets right of sink and dishwasher) and a power drop for the new vent hood.
To power all this stuff, Father and I cut, drilled, pulled, and spliced our way through the house... basement to attic. When we were done we had a sub-panel box in the basement to feed everything up.
Most of the old wire was stapled heavily to the wall frames, so pulling it out was tough. Trying to feed the new wire blindly through walls is not such a cake walk either, but Father has all the tools and knows all the tricks. I own a screwdriver and I can sort-of juggle, but that's about all I have to offer.
Oh, and that doesn't even touch the lighting and switches...
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