We’ve been having an… interesting… time with the electricity in our house lately, and it culminated last night in half of the house powering off on us.
The lights had flickered on us before, but we hadn’t narrowed down the cause and they never did it with any predictability. We had some lights on, the stove on, the computers, 2 tvs, and the basement lights. The last thing that happened before half the house went dark was that I ran water for supper. The pump and/or water heater kicked on.
Then darkness.
It was strange, but kind of funny. At least we thought it was funny. Both varieties (funny-ha-ha and funny-peculiar).
Thus began two hours of flashlight-holding, wire-following, running up and down the basement stairs, up one set of stairs to the second floor, checking lights and plug sockets, and down the other side. We both fell into bed later with sore thighs.
I should note that the door to the basement is one of those trapdoor jobs. A heavy piece of what was floor on a couple hinges with a latch to hold it up. The basement door is in the unheated sunporch, so it was cold enough that any heat in the basement would waft right out the sunporch if the door was left open.
Our basement is also creepy. Now it is a familiar creepy.
The up side of all this is that we finally mapped all plugs and lights to the appropriate breakers downstairs. I also found a small section of the funny papers from March of 1962.
The girls took turns assisting us and keeping Emma occupied. Even though they had been interrupted from fun things, they found new fun things to do – play with candles, do shadow puppets, tell stories and the best part – take pictures of the laser pointer lights with the camera. (pics soon)
A good example of some head-scratching is one double-breaker with almost all the lights on it (which is fine) and one plug to the kitchen. So using the microwave causes the living room lights to flicker.





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