The house is undergoing some renovations and additions, some new walls, doors, lights, etc. It is wrapping up, I’ve got some painting to do and it will all look as good as an old house can. I have found myself looking at this switch throughout the project. It does not belong, it is kind of ugly, with a yellow tinted, aged face plate, the switch is black, instead of the expected white, far too loud by today’s standards and is way too high on the wall – almost a foot higher than a normal modern install would be. Now it just lost a neighbor, a window that did not look outside (now that is is a sad existence, really a window has one job and as far as I can tell it had not seen outside since the 40’s). Now, the switch’s job did get more important, it is now controlling a nice new light instead of a $8 temporary (3 years too long) characterless, bulb holder. So it did get that.
This is not the first time I have considered changing it, the room has has been painted before and it came up for review then just did not make the cut. The theme of our house is “nothing matches,” so why can’t this switch live alone like it is. There is no other one that height, that color, with a yellow face plate in the room, or even the house. It has a new counter part on the other side of the room, just added, 48 inches high, all white and clean, soft and quiet. I know it can see it, it must be pissed. I have no idea why it was given the life it has, it was that way when we got here. What started as lazy, or avoidance, has become a preservation project. Save the switch, someone needs to stand up for the unique relic, I guess it is me… I am not making the switch.