For those of you hanging on every word of my tv-in-the-wall home entertainment quest, we last left our hero (me) on the verge of completing a project started nearly two years earlier. My teachers in school often told my parents that, "(insert name here) doesn't apply himself!" They said other things too, but maybe they were onto something.
When I unscrew the electrical junction box to reposition it I get a sinking feeling there's a two-by-four behind it. An exploratory mission with a hand saw confirms my suspicion. I mark out the area for the cut-out and saw away. If you recall, the cut-out was required to accommodate the delth of the TV, sans its busted rear shell.
Yup, that's a two-by-four. And it's in my way. It's not load-bearing, so I borrow a nifty saw from my dad.
The saw works, but the angle is awkward and it takes forever. Geez. While were here, please note the vent in the left side of the frame. I decide it will have no purpose once I nail in a shelf, so I enlarge the hole in the top of this space and place to reposition it there.
Here you can see the two-by-four-ectomy is complete, and shelf made from lumber scraps is in place, and the hole in the upper left has been squared off for the vent. Amazingly, I remembered to remove the vent from its lower location before I entombed it with the shelf. Not my usual operating procedure. As you can see, I also spackled some of the dings in the wallboard to tidy things up visually.
"Neatness counts," another teacher told me.
Then I began painting the entire interior with flat black latex. I originally planned to move the electrical junction box, but then decided not to mess with it. I thought it would sort of disappear when painted, and that's what happened. Do you suppose this paint would work on my credit card balances?
After two heavy coats of paint I replace the front trim piece and tighten with a sheet rock screw. As a finishing touch I countersing the screw head, spackle it, sand, and paint it black. It too disappeared like lutefisk at a Norwegian-American Christmas Eve dinner.
Overhead I tapped into my satellite cable feed and power. There was actually an AC plug-in outlet above the suspended ceiling at this location! How fortuitous! And weird.
Here is the glorious after picture. There are no photos of me carrying the television from the bar to a step stool, stepping up, and inserting this monster in the wall cavity. My wife spotted* me during this perilous move. It might have made a good YouTube video, though. Again, I was careful to hook up any necessary cables before I picked it up. I also remembered to protect the leading edge of the front trim piece by covering it with an old towel.
The TV slipped in like it was meant to be there. The distance from front to back was ideal, and the set sits flat on the shelf just inside the front trim piece. A perfect fit.
And its already been used for more than depressing international newscasts!
During the holidays my mother-in-law watched a Green Bay Packers game on the set, and visiting nieces and nephews hooked their Wii video game into the front AV inputs. A set of S-video and accompanying audio input wires are available on the right hand side...should I ever need them.
All in all I'm very pleased with the results, and I plan to tackle more two-year mid-century modern home improvement projects almost immediately...if not sooner.
*FreeDictionary.com defines a spotter as, "One who is responsible for watching and guarding a performer during practice to prevent injury, as in gymnastics or weightlifting." Yeh, that sounds about right.