on the wall
of the downstairs hall
an electric box
with live supply
and wire nuts
and cover plate.
And in the upstairs hall its mate.
For no obvious reason
they're just there.
Mysteries since moving in 100 months ago.
Who cares? Ah, well...
The unimplemented taunts me.
Things want usefulness for closure.
So, so, so.
Needing new ones anyway,
I bought a pair of quality
line-powered smoke/CO alarms.
And tied their little pigtails to the AC.
And mounted them over the boxes.
And took the old ones off the ceilings.
And now it all looks right.
Completeness making manifest an inbuilt sense of order?
Or just making use of what's around?
Easy installation.
Note technique.
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