Little project: wires and cords

 I feel as though I have written a lot about my closet, which is pretty silly.  It has taken me a long time put it back to being an actual closet.  {The moment we moved in, Mark was executing his plans to create an office/ham shack.}  But I finally have the last piece of that removed. 

This bundle of wires and cords stretch from a hole in the ceiling, where they originate in the attic, attached to various antennas.

At one point, I tied them together to make them easier to bundle and manage.

Then I coiled the rest of the length on the shelf under my coats.  But it always bothered me to know they were there, serving zero purpose. (remember, all of the ham radios went bye-bye, as well as the steel shelf in here that they were sitting on.)

Back then, this was so cluttered and ugly it made me want to cry.

Armed with a sturdy ladder and Scout's help, I trimmed the wires, then pushed them through the hole up into the floor of the attic.  (None of them are plugged into anything.)  Then I found a rubber chair leg protector that fit the hole and we shoved that into the hole.  Lastly I painted it white to match the ceiling.  Here it is drying:

You don't see it unless you know its there.

No more cords to "hide".  I like it.

I finished it all up, vacuumed, and stood back to admire it.  I did feel that same old "he would be so mad at me" feeling, like I was destroying something I knew little about that he was so into and worked hard to set up.  (I know he would forgive me) Would I rather have Mark here with me, ham radios and all?  Yes, A thousand times over.  But that's not reality, so instead I have a clean and neat closet with a few tears shed.

And I won't have those cords reminding me daily!

Gina