Have you ever had one of those days where you just know that if you could just go outside, no matter what the weather, and scream until you could scream no more that things would be better? They wouldn’t be perfect, or even harmonious, but it would still be better? Yep. This has been my existence for the past 24+ hours.
The hubs and I were up late last night until 3:30 AM – I guess technically it would be today – and were preparing to go to bed. We made it into the office, where I park my wheelchair, the hubs opened the bedroom door and greeted with darkness, which was quite a surprise because we had left the ceiling fan on and the overhead on (I forget for what reason). Why was the room dark when there were lights on in the other rooms of the house?
So, the hubs did the most logical thing and threw the main breaker. As you would expect, everything went dark; however, when he threw the breaker back on nothing happened. I mean nothing. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilcho.
What the hell…?
He did it again with the same results…except for one light in the kitchen that came back on. I hurriedly checked to see if the lamp would at least work in the living room and it did. Surprisingly the television and DVR also worked. The overhead lights that were on burned very dimly and usually went back out in the next few seconds while the lamp and television and DVR remained active.
It was at this time when Hubs came back in the house to go over everything I had done and made the same discovery. What was going on? Then Hubs checked on something I really couldn’t because it was very dark in the house and normally I can’t reach the controls: the thermostat/control for the heat. It wasn’t working.
It wasn’t working.
We reached the conclusion we needed to wait until daylight so we could make some calls and see what we needed to do. The outside temp, according to the television and our cell phones gave an 8°F with a very bad wind-chill. It was also snowing.
Hubs stayed awake and played the video game I had gotten him for his birthday while I piled on as many covers as I could while in my wheelchair and tried to cat nap. There was a span of about two hours and then I had to try to shift because I was just simply uncomfortable. I tilted back and tried to sleep some more, but mostly just ended up meditating.
Around 7:30 AM we started moving and I started looking up electricians on my phone. Carlos fixed us some hot food and I fixed myself a nice cup of hot coffee. This was the best cup of hot coffee I have had in quite a while! It was delicious, and, more importantly, warm in my hands!
I found us an electrician who we could afford and he arrived as soon as he had his own cup of coffee and, as he said, “I need to put on some clothes and wake up a little first before I head out.” It was, of course, still snowing.
All the time I was talking to this very nice man I couldn’t help but think of how we had to pay money onto a house we are leaving. However, as long as we were going to be here I could not be here in the cold, and neither could the dogs or Carlos. Even if we decided to go to a motel, when it came time for the moving, we would still need electricity to move.
The total bill was a lot over what we could really afford. Still, it is done. We are warm. I am exhausted and we are going to bed and sleep peacefully for the rest of the night.
- Should I tear out the walls and start over? (ask.metafilter.com)