It was a long day’s work with very little to show for it. It was not that the work was fruitless and it was certainly not that there was any lack of effort. We spent much of the morning doing the preparatory things that were necessary for the assault upon the Unsafe and Unseemly in the attic: moving old trim pieces down to the basement and the old gas pipe from the attic outside. Then, while Paul and I went to Lowes to get electrical supplies, Kevin and Travis finished resetting joists in the small bedroom and then started the tear-out on another wall.
Paul and I spent the rest of the day in the attic, tracing the maze of flexible metal conduit, fiber jacketed wire and Romex. We removed the loose wire and replaced two unboxed splices. We also ripped out a couple of hot wires that seemed to serve no other purpose than to scare onlookers and precipitate expression of great appreciation that the building had not self-ignited at some point in the past.
When we climbed back down from the attic around six last night, there was no evidence visible from underneath that we had done anything. Kevin and Travis’s work was obvious; naked studs stood as stark evidence that the old lath and plaster had been stripped away. Even though what Paul and I had done took a fair amount of effort and without doubt made things safer, there was no way for others to perceive that without a deliberate investigation.
It is often that way with the work of our lives and we have no idea how much tragedy we have been spared because of the unseen labors of others. In no small way, this includes their prayers on our behalf.