My friend John came by friday to install the ceiling fan that had been sitting in a box for the last year. Little did we know. Every step of the procedure was a mountain, scaled with an ancient metal ladder that stretched to the heavens. Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, the ladder was climbed and unclimbed (can one imagine Sisyphus happy?) until a final genius invention allowed the reluctant blades to turn. As an unhandyman, my role was cheerleading 101 and making occasional recordings, which are condensed here.