Or Back in the attic again. I got information about three-way switches from my friend the internet; that is search you want to word very carefully, trust me! Anyway I had it wired correctly, but the dimmer that I was using needed to have a load on it to work correctly. Anyway, I went back in the attic, not unlike my toys. Chey pushed a glow in the dark pole through holes in the ceiling so that I could find where the lights went. The kids were great help getting tools for me when I needed it and gettting out when I needed it. I wired the lights and cut the all the holes, after a quick trip to Lowes for a plastic drop cloth. I finished wiring and almost everything worked (I count that as a victory), another quick trip to Lowes for parts to fix one of fixtures. I then had to rewire the outlets on the wall and broke one of the electrical boxes, don’t ask I won’t tell. By this time I was really sick of quick trips to Lowes. It is so nice to have great light in our living room; it makes everything so bright and vibrant. Boy, I need to paint.