Some time ago, we bought a ceiling fan. It was one of our first purchases. It sat in the garage waiting for us to work up the knowledge and courage to install it. We were told it'd be easy -- just make sure to turn off the electricity and follow the instructions. Well, one afternoon, with other chores done, we decided to tackle the ceiling fan installation. We got our tools and step ladder and powered down the house. I proceeded to take down the existing lights and, much to our disbelief, we found out our ceiling had been at one time... pink. Bright pink. My guess is the old owners, hoping to sell the house, quickly painted over the bright pink. Of course, they didn't bother to take five minutes -- really less than five minutes -- to remove the light fixture for painting. If we put up the fan with the ceiling as is we'd have a nice pink circle around it. So, I broke out our white (fence) paint and painted over the pink. It wasn't a good match but it was close enough. It was better than pink. That was our first obstacle. Then I took some time to really look at the light casing. It was plastic and really not secured properly. It wasn't going to work. With the light of the day leaving us, we threw in the towel, humbled. That feeling turned to frustration as getting the original light back up with the dodgy casing in place proved very difficult. Let's just say that there's some plastic in the casing that doesn't really belong. The fan is back in our garage, waiting for another day.
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