I've been having a series of problems with my electrical matters in my house. And a heater.
The second electrician showed up today. He was the one, from the same company, that came here when I purchased the house and took the lamp cord out of the wall in the kitchen that was left from 1900s or so...hot...mind you...in the wall....where I could burn down. That was a procedure of surgery.
So...John noticed I was watching The Dead Files and he came around the corner and told me he loved that show and Amy was "spooky." I said it was one of my faves. The conversation then moved on to ghost hunting shows and the paranormal.
I have never felt the Harry Potter house was haunted. It has a feeling of joy. At first, John looked at the breakers and could not find they had tripped this time. Which meant I was a liar pants. I had not even gone down there to look after the third time, I just called them. When the heater didn't work for the umpteenth time, I just assumed it tripped the breaker again. He said it was a bigger issue.
I also explained the chandelier issue and showed him the explosion of light bulbs from last night there and in the bathroom. While explaining the power surge and then the popping, he raised his eyebrows. The two are on different circuits. He asked if I lost power recently. I said, "no."
He looks like a clean Grizzly Adams with nice white teeth.
I pointed at him, he is much taller than me, and said, "And my house is not haunted. I am not bringing Amy and Steve to investigate." [Big cheesy grin]
Mady has been talking and walking in her sleep again. Mostly talking about her love for green beans. She hates green beans. It must be bothering her because she fell asleep on the bus two days ago and her friend McKensey told her she was talking about how she loved green beans. Strange.
Squirrel!! Be right back.
Sorry, I had an interruption. The town just drove by my house with a "GIANT VAC" on a dump truck. I had no idea I could rake my leaves into the street and they would vacuum fume them up. Nifty.
Any poltergeist, John laughed and said if I did, to call him and we could sell tickets. He said he would like to watch them work. I told him I would sell beer and popcorn as well.
When it was all said and done, the heater is now working and I have to watch it to make sure it won't trip anything. He said the next step might be rewiring some things and that is ugly expensive. Beat me.
I told him that was not in the budget. He said I could just turn it off if the heater caused a problem, but rewiring was serious and not to be messed with. Beat me. However, he left me his personal cell number to call him and update him with the thermostat issue and let him know in a couple days if that is working.
So...I am praying for a fix and no-no to the need for rewiring parts of the house. I'm off to watch more Dead Files, drink coffee like it's crack cocaine, and ponder my next life without so many issues. Even the great Mr. Fire Chief is raising his eyebrows at my naked streak of bad luck.