Monday, March 5, 2012
It's an old house. A lot of things, like the windows and doors, the floors and the walls and large sections of the wiring, are original to the house. I had some rewiring done 13 years ago but the bulk is probably original or maybe, at best 25-odd years old.
When we had roof leaks, water got into the overhead fixture in the back bedroom, shorting that out. Roughly 8 years ago, the back exterior light quit working. Some three years ago, the overhead light in the kitchen quit working. Last fall, the overhead light in the office quit. All of these are on the same side of the house. I don't think that's coincidence. But, I have a floor lamp in the office and I had a light over the sink in the kitchen. This didn't force the issue of needing an electrician to come look at things.
Well, when the over the sink light went out, that made me start asking friends for the name of an electrician. I anticipated this will be a long-term project with me paying for bits and pieces as I can afford it. The only good news from this is that it's not pitch black when I get home from work now. I can see until about 6 p.m. and then, using the light from the refrigerator, still make tea until I go to bed. I'll adapt until I can get things fixed.
I got home from work last Wednesday and the kitchen looked different as I backed into the drive. I couldn't put my finger on it. There was just something about looking in through the back door that was different. I dragged the recycling can to the street, got the mail and let myself into the house. The over the sink light was on. It's worked just fine ever since.
I have no clue. I'm chalking it up to magic. I still need to call an electrician and pay for a house call to get a plan of action on what needs to be done and what it's going to cost, but at least it's not the emergency it once was. I'll take it and thanks to the pixie who sprinkled some magical dust my way.
Beverage: Edinburgh's Finest tea