Well, we have had a DAY of it

We certainly have.

I was going to pull a really great post together first thing this morning at 4:45am, EDST, we were awakened by the sound of a gun going off and then complete silence and total darkness.

No one was shot, no one fired a gun, but the bloody Edison (power) went out again, for the fifth freaking time in 11 months.

Well, that got us up out of bed because the battery backup alarms freak out the dogs.  So we had to turn those off.  And then the dogs were up.  So I find a lantern and like Ma Ingalls I went down to the cellar where the breaker box is located when a SECOND gunshot sound went off and the whole supply line for the five houses on our block went down.

Bloody Hell!

So I get BGE on the line (the power company) and make two calls.  First was to report that the power was out and the man - a human! - was as lovely as he could be.   The second call was to a woman at the power company who assured me last month that our problem was fixed.

I have been trying to tell these wonderful folks that the problem isn't the squirrels, but that the transformer on the line is bad - it is ancient.

Well, my husband goes off to work because you can't do much without electric at 5AM that is productive - can't see to clean, or put things away, and the dogs can only go on so many walks and I decided to start sorting photographs out of the HUGE box that I have.

Around about 7AM the first lineman arrives and I greeted him.   He came back and announced it "was just a fuse."

"No," says I.  "It's the bloody transformer."

To which he says "Nothing wrong with the transformer."

Bastard.

So about thirty minutes later I am heading out to the kitchen to get a Pepsi - because you can't have coffee if their's no power for the coffee Maker and I see the lineman climbing down the pole, and Praise be to Jesus, the lights come on and then...

BANG - a loud one at that, too.  I felt it in my body.  More canon and less gun shot sound.  And a huge cloud of blue vapor comes out of the transformer, and I didn't see the lineman!

So out I ran, through two yards to find the guy pulling the ladder back.  Thank God he was alright.

"Much worse than before," says the Lineman.  "I replaced the fuse, turned on the juice and the transformer went.  Now it could be hours before we get this restored."

Well, I could have been right or I could have done the right thing and keep my trap shut, which what I did, but I told that fine young man without a lick of common sense what was wrong with the blasted thing, but oh, no.  He had to go and nearly kill himself before it became HIS idea to replace the transformer.

So I walked the dogs and then got in the car and made a day for myself.

But both the Husband and I are exhausted, so it may be tomorrow before the next post.

I know what you are thinking - the silly idiot could have done a proper post instead of this venting.  Tis true, I coulda.  But I didn't.

Now if you'll excuse me, I am heading off to relax before dinner.