Light fixture replacement day

A few weeks ago I ordered a light fixture for over the kitchen sink. It was the third one I'd purchased, having decided that #1 wasn't what I thought it was going to be, and #2 was the right shape but way too large for the space. #3 is what I had in mind to start with, but couldn't find it in the right diameter and drop-down length until recently.  

Dad/Larry's tremor makes it hard for him to do twisty wiring tasks and my general lack of ability at any task that requires following directions meant we needed a willing amateur electrician with an hour to spare on a Sunday afternoon before going to Gustie basketball camp. Hmmm...  sound like anyone we know?? Fortunately, Angie-- or Handy Mandy, as Charlie calls her-- fit the criteria.

Angie did the labor while Larry/Dad/Gpappy reminded her about "lefty loose-y" and "righty tight-y" with the wires and wire caps.  I have to admit that the language got a little rough with some talk of strippers and nuts and such, but Larry/Dad/Gpappy covered his ears when necessary.  

Here's Angie, scaling to new heights to twist the electrical wires.

There's always room for reflection, no matter what the job may be.

 

 Thank you, Angie! We appreciate your skills and your time. Let there be light!