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I’ve heard of rolling black outs, however until yesterday I couldn’t say I’ve ever actually experienced them.
It all began when Vike and I were in the middle of watching Tim Burton’s “Alice In Wonderland” when the cable box suddenly died. After some investigation and testing, I put in a phone call to our cable company to begin dealing with their automated technical support line which, by the way, HATE.
A few minutes into the call, and with my blood pressure already on the rise due to restarting the process three times when I tried to talk to Vike, our television suddenly shut off.
At first I thought perhaps it was the cable company as part of the troubleshooting process. Then it dawned on me that the lights in the room had also shut off, and the air conditioner which had just started running was now silent.
After alerting him and running around to see what all was affected, we found our kitchen was still powered (thank the maker, as we have three large frozen catfish on hand at the moment), as was the main bathroom, two bedrooms and the garage. However the living room, master bedroom and master bath were all dead.
A quick visit to the breaker box in the basement revealed two things. 1) There were no blown breakers. 2) Power was out in the basement as well.
He played around with the breakers for a bit with no luck before calling his buddy down, and with the help of some kind of magical glowing power wand thingy that detects currents (The technical name fails me. I’m no electrician.), they were able to locate the source of the problem.
Turns out one of the two 110v lines running into our house appeared to have died, so we were only receiving 110v rather than the normal 220v.
I went ahead and powered down most electrical equipment in the other rooms, including the computer, and that was when the weirdness really began.
Suddenly the living room lights blink on, the air conditioner kicks in and our television starts trying to turn on. Trying being the operative word, as it would come on, then immediately shut off. It was happening so fast I couldn’t seem to get it to power down even with hitting the power button.
Vike tried turning on the stove, and had it running for a short while. Then the power in the living room went out again, along with the air conditioner. This time we noticed the fridge was off as well, even though the rest of the kitchen was fine.
It became comical, having power come back to one thing and lose it on two others or vice versa. We were having rolling black outs within our own home as the lowly little 110v coming into our house was trying to figure out where it was most needed.
If it hadn’t been for the fact they had already identified the issue, I know my brain would’ve gone all, “OMG GHOSTS!” or “OMG SERIAL KILLERS!” As it was, I’ll admit that those thoughts were still floating around, and I’m quite certain Vike was well aware. Knowing the cause of the issue thankfully prevented me from verbalizing the crazies.
A quick call to the emergency utility line and a short wait later, the crew that had come out confirmed that indeed the line was dead, it was their responsibility (no cost to us, yay!), and they were going to need to replace it.
Unfortunately, as this was all taking place after 9pm on a Sunday evening, they weren’t going to be able to dig the trench necessary in order to properly replace the cable. However, rather than leave us at half power, they hooked up the new cable to bring us back up to 220v and left the cable laying across our yard until they come back to dig the trench to put it back underground.
Upon getting home this evening, we discovered they’d been able to come out today after all and finish up.
So, tell me. Have you ever experienced something like this before?
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Fair warning in advance, this is not a happy post.
Over the weekend I had the opportunity to spend an entire day with my family. It was a fantastic time spent cleaning the travel camper my parents have on a permanent campsite in a private club.
However, the mood of the day was somewhat clouded by the presence of my sister’s aging dog. She’s about 13-14 years old now, and I’d been hearing for a while now that with her failing health, they were going to have to put her down soon.
When I saw her, I was stunned. What had once been a gorgeous, vibrant dog had been reduced to a scarred, frail skeleton of her former self, barely able to walk.
Open sores and tumor lumps covered her body, a rattling snore coming from her with each breath. Apparently in the past month or so, her body has started attacking itself, resulting in raw, oozing sores exploding across her entire body. That poor dog is literally rotting away.
There simply is no more quality of life for her, and it’s obvious she’s suffering.
While I understand the difficulty in making the decision to put a beloved pet to sleep, I’m struggling with how anyone could take one glance at her and think putting her down is not the right thing to do. What purpose is there to keeping her alive, what benefit is there for her?
I’ve been in that position, having had to make the decision with my parents years ago when our cherished 7 year old dog was being ravaged by diabetes. However, I could never imagine having let him get to this level.
They said they brought her along to give her “one last trip”. Instead, while it may have made them feel better, it also made my parents and myself feel awful as we watched her struggling around.
She’s not my dog though. All I can do is hope that they do right by her and help her.
“Oh my God… These random splotches aren’t random enough!”
Up until last weekend, the only house hunting I’d been doing was searching online and driving past homes. Window shopping, if you will.
Last weekend, we finally started making appointments for showings and actually stepping foot into the homes I’d been drooling over online.
I’d been told by our buyer’s agent that this was the part of the home buying process to sit back, relax and enjoy. He also explained that photos can be very deceiving online, so to be prepared that something we thought looked amazing in photos may be less than anticipated.
After the first three houses we saw, I realized how right he was, and was starting to feel a little uneasy about our choices.
Great location on a quiet cul-de-sac, also a foreclosure home. Yeesh. It hadn’t been cleaned at all, appliances looked to have been literally ripped out of the walls, and there was plenty of junk still strewn about. This wasn’t the worst he’d seen with foreclosures either. Lots of potential, but it would cost much more than our budget would allow to bring it even halfway to its full potential.
I think I almost had the boyfriend screaming for the hills when I joked about the left behind Star Wars toys in the garage being a sign that this could be the one. I was only kidding… mostly.
Gorgeous view of the river, but at a safe enough elevation that we wouldn’t have to worry about flooding. However, the moment we started up the stairs, we knew it was wrong for us as we listed to one side on the sagging stairs. The basement was worse, with a clearance so low I had to maintain a hunched over posture.
Great location on a large corner lot, gorgeous curb appeal, amazing original woodwork. Problem? Too much character. I loved the cut glass windows, but the stairs frightened me, and the condition of the wood floors concerned me. Moment of hilarity? The shag-a-delic swingers shack in the basement. Seriously, I felt all smarmy just standing in the room with a screaming red hot tub and wall-to-wall 70s patio carpet.
It wasn’t until the fourth home that I finally felt the excitement he was talking about. The moment we stepped inside, I think we both fell in love with it. Granted, it was such an improvement over the first homes we saw that our judgement may have been a little… unbalanced. However it still stands out as a strong contender. It really was a beautiful home, it had everything we were looking for.
Now it felt like we were actually legitimate home hunters.
The rest of the day went just as well, it would seem we managed to get the worst out of the way right off the bat so that we could really enjoy and appreciate the rest.
I’m shocked at how much it can take out of you to go from house to house, town to town. I’m also a little surprised at the range of emotions I’ve gone through. Walking through the homes, most of which were still occupied, I couldn’t help feel a little awkward. Here we are, walking through someone else’s living space passing judgement on whether or not we find their home to be passable for our own needs.
That bright pink room covered in Princess Barbie decorations? It’d make a great office as soon as we repaint and rip out the flowery ceiling fan.
Oh this furniture is atrocious! What were they thinking with this wallpaper?
I have to remind myself that the moment we close a home, it’s ours to do with as we please.
We’ll get there, that much I know. I’m excited, hopeful, and looking forward to more stories from our hunting that we can look back on and laugh about while we relax in our brand new home.
Ahh spring… how I love thee after the harsh grasp of winter has finally abated.
Over the past week or so, you’ve been giving such clear signs that you’re finally here: the song of the Red-Wing Blackbird, the smell of rain in the air, the tiny shoots of grass sprouting from the cold earth being gobbled up and quickly regurgitated, the delicate tufts of fur floating past on a breeze right before choking my vacuum.
Ahh, spring… and huskies.
It’s official, the house hunting has begun. We just spoke with the Buyer’s agent we’ve decided to go with and set up an appointment.
We may be touring homes as early as this weekend.
Nervous? Me? Of course! Happy? ELATED!