Saturday, November 9, 1996
electric cable through wall cavities from an upstairs bedroom, I had to
saw two small holes in the vast ceiling of a McMansion living room. If
I was slightly off in my positioning, if the wire wasn't waiting
where I cut the ceiling, I'd have to enlarge the hole. Which would be
Sometimes everything goes perfectly. The wires were exactly at the cut. Twice. Minimal work, minimal patching required.
client was watching me, amazed. "Dead on!" he shouted. He was a
banker, but he seemed like a pretty decent guy. "How'd you know it
would be right there?"
"Just lucky," I said. Not true, of
course. I knew from measuring that I'd be within a couple inches of the
spot. And then I'd studied the ceiling — you learn how to interpret
drywall, after a while, so you can almost see the joists in a finished
surface, especially in a tract house. A McMansion is basically a big
"Now would you hang a mirror in my bedroom?"
My screw hit the stud, first try.
"How'd you do that without using one of those stud-finding thingamajigs?"
"After a while, you get a feel for these things."
As the banker paid the bill, he gave me two bottles of white wine. "You're a wall whisperer," he said.
Sometimes you get praised for silly things. I'll take it, though, and I won't worry until the walls start whispering back.