When something goes wrong, you’re the one who has to fix it. If you rent, you get your landlord to fix it. Now I know that’s not an easy task in many cases but when you’re the property owner you have only yourself to blame.
Today, while I was working at the desk, I heard a loud popping coming from the area to the right of my desk, and the lamp on the table went out. It freaked me out but I thought it was the (relatively) new LED bulb I’d put in the lamp. I thought perhaps the way it was situated made the ballast heat up too much and blew the bulb out. I unplugged it and left it alone for about half an hour. Unfortunately when I got up to get a new bulb I discovered that there were lights out all over the house. They’re mostly overheads in the kitchen and dining room, but there are two wall outlets out as well. So I figured that it was a tripped circuit breaker.
I went downstairs and flipped the breaker, then went up and checked. Sure enough the lights were back on. I went to check the can lights in the kitchen and the breaker tripped again. So I went back down, reset it and it tripped again immediately. I’m not a total idiot. I got the message. The breaker went off and it’s staying off until I get this sorted out. I phoned Charles who was down in southern Illinois. He’s going to phone Alex, the electrician for me and get him out here tomorrow. Thank God for Charles. (Didn’t I say I’d say that a lot here?)
|Thank God for Charles
(Photo credit: Tracy Rowan)
So while I actually have no clue what the problem is, here are the possibilities as I see them:
- The LED bulb did, in fact, overheat, and it blew out the outlet it was plugged into, and probably the lamp as well.
- One of the ants who keep coming in here no matter what I do to discourage them, crawled into the outlet and fried it, and himself.
- It’s something else entirely. Ghosts, demons… a rogue power surge that fried only one circuit in my house.
- Alex finds the problem and fixes it. I pay him and all is well.
- Alex finds the problem, it’s huge, he fixes it and I pay him a lot of money and have a nervous breakdown.
- Alex doesn’t find the right problem, fixes a different one, I pay him and we all die in the middle of the night when that kind of thing is most likely to happen. I don’t know why this is, but it’s a law of awfulness.
- Rocks fall, everyone dies. This at least eliminates the need to pay Alex.