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Monday, April 21st, 2008 04:19 amSo, it's three in the morning and I'm awakened by bright light and loud, electric-type noises. Nothing terribly unusual for a night after thunderstorms, so I don't get anxious till I realize things have been popping a bit longer than usual. The explosions stop and I relax back into bed. Then another, and I can tell from the way the light glares on the side of the next-door neighbor's house that this explosion is very--how shall I put this?--local.
I'm not terribly fond of things exploding near the house, so I call the people you often call when things you're not terribly fond of happening insist on happening anyway. I go downstairs to greet the nice folks, and notice that the light at the bottom of the stairs which always shines isn't shining tonight. Hmm, I think, it's odd that that light is out when I was sure the lights in my room were on just now. I flick the switch for the light at the top of the stairs and it's working just fine. So I go downstairs without benefit of the light at the bottom, then see that the lights in the kitchen are also not working--though the refrigerators are. Put simply, maybe half the lights in the house are working and half not. The nice firemen tell me they didn't see any obvious problems with the lines or transformers in my neighborhood, so either (A) there's a non-obvious problem with a line or a transformer and I need to call the power company in the morning, or (B) something exploded right at our house. Lovely.
So, how's everything going out there, LiveJournal?
For what it's worth, my feet are cold because I went outside in the mud without putting shoes on, then rinsed my feet off at the sink without bothering to dry them. One housemate also heard the explosion and was willing to help me go down to the basement to figure out if there was anything obviously wrong down there (as far as we could see--which wasn't very far in the dim light of a flashlight--all the circuits in the circuit breaker were properly aligned). Another housemate who I'd have expected to be closest to the action says they noticed nothing, though they woke up easily enough when I knocked lightly on their door. If anybody else is here tonight, they're not answering to a knock, so we don't have enough clues to figure out the precise location of whatever happened. The electric company will be called sometime after the landlord is called, which will be in, oh, three or four hours from now.
I tell you again, I really dislike it when things explode near the house. Or in the house. Or wherever that was.
I'm not terribly fond of things exploding near the house, so I call the people you often call when things you're not terribly fond of happening insist on happening anyway. I go downstairs to greet the nice folks, and notice that the light at the bottom of the stairs which always shines isn't shining tonight. Hmm, I think, it's odd that that light is out when I was sure the lights in my room were on just now. I flick the switch for the light at the top of the stairs and it's working just fine. So I go downstairs without benefit of the light at the bottom, then see that the lights in the kitchen are also not working--though the refrigerators are. Put simply, maybe half the lights in the house are working and half not. The nice firemen tell me they didn't see any obvious problems with the lines or transformers in my neighborhood, so either (A) there's a non-obvious problem with a line or a transformer and I need to call the power company in the morning, or (B) something exploded right at our house. Lovely.
So, how's everything going out there, LiveJournal?
For what it's worth, my feet are cold because I went outside in the mud without putting shoes on, then rinsed my feet off at the sink without bothering to dry them. One housemate also heard the explosion and was willing to help me go down to the basement to figure out if there was anything obviously wrong down there (as far as we could see--which wasn't very far in the dim light of a flashlight--all the circuits in the circuit breaker were properly aligned). Another housemate who I'd have expected to be closest to the action says they noticed nothing, though they woke up easily enough when I knocked lightly on their door. If anybody else is here tonight, they're not answering to a knock, so we don't have enough clues to figure out the precise location of whatever happened. The electric company will be called sometime after the landlord is called, which will be in, oh, three or four hours from now.
I tell you again, I really dislike it when things explode near the house. Or in the house. Or wherever that was.
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