Mission Complete!

My favorite father, aka Coach Ceiling Fan, was sweet enough to come over yesterday and help me complete my first project. It took a lot longer than expected--we'll just say that the contractor who built my house obviously didn't take the time to consider that real people were going to be living in the house he built, and that caused a few difficulties and a run to the local Home Depot for spacers and longer screws.

But we got the fan up (I say "we" because I was too short to get the actual ceiling fan guts up into the bracket, so Dad did the heavy lifting, playing with wires that were out of my reach, etc.) It is much nicer than the one it replaced, and I am now a pro at assembling and installing fan blades.

Speaking of the one it replaced, Garfield seems happy to have the old fan upstairs in the playroom. Dad mounted this one on the ceiling for me as well (with a trip to Wally for the appropriate screws--thank you Mr. Slacker Contractor for the light fixture that was held up by one rusty screw), and I cleaned and attached the fan blades all by myself!

"Wow! I just know that is going to make my room so much cooler!"