Lucky #20. The magical breaker supplying power to the outlets in my cave. It took much patience not to throw my battery backup across the room to make it shut up while I shut down two computers, and my music equipment shaking from the sound of blowing a light bulb combined with the unmistakable smell of electrical discharge. I almost feel sorry for the camel cricket that jumped across my slippers as I groped with my cell phone as a flashlight in a corner of my basement. I said almost... I screamed.. but didn't drop the phone. Cricket just had to jump back within two feet of me. I am sure parts of that bug are between the fibers of my sock I jumped so hard.
The defeat of the cricket made me feel like I could handle anything until I looked at what resembled an old wall safe with a vintage bomb timer attached to it. Lots of labels. Like Old well, New well, second well. Nothing sitting on off. Luck be a Lady tonight.. as the song goes. I flipped the breaker and the computer monitors and printers came on .. along with the screaming battery. All I know is that the rule still stands around my house: make as much noise as possible, that way no one wakes up. Screaming, crickets, beeping, doors slamming, stomping... and the house remained asleep to a house burning to the ground because I flipped on a lamp just as my dehumidifier switched on.
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| Our Original Fuse box, New Generator Box and Vintage Timer |
My husband gave me the dutiful Gold Star kiss as he jumped out of bed this morning for a canoe trip since his leg healed enough to paddle without the staples.
*sigh*
I just revealed to my husband I can figure out the breaker box... and kill bugs.
This does not bode well.
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