Saturday, February 25, 2012
At 10:20 pm last night, there were two men in my kitchen, digging through my garbage, declaring "There's got to be a three-way in here somewhere."
The two men were Ken and our electrician friend, Jon. They were looking for a three-way switch that was thrown in the trash because we had planned to replace it with a timer switch. Jon ran into problems that I didn't understand, something to do with "travellers". It was determined that we didn't have the right wiring and the fancy timer was not an option. Hence, we had to backtrack and reinstall the original three-way.
The evening was otherwise successful. We had two very important repairs done. 1) We now have a functioning overhead light fixture in our kitchen for the first time in over a year. The mood lighting (two standing lamps) was fun for a while, but honestly a romantic atmosphere wasn't helpful with chopping cabbage or scrubbing dishes.
2) Our old, slightly demented thermostat was replaced. It would occasionally forget its programming, or simply not turn the furnace on when asked. It was always a risk to press any of its buttons, because you never knew what input was going to cause it to go on the fritz. Last week I had put the temperature down because I knew we were going to be out of the house all day. When we came home I tried to put it back up. The numbers on the display panel increased, but the unit was not actually triggering the furnace.
I tried pushing every button on the panel, which usually works, eventually, but this time it was stubbornly unresponsive. The daffy old thing had left me no choice. I wound up and punched it.
The furnace powered up immediately.
As you can see, the relationship had taken a dark turn. I don't want violence in my home, especially towards helpless, elderly appliances. It was time for a new thermostat.
We had a couple of light switches replaced. One was audibly shorting every time we touched it. It would go "GZZZZT!" and we would shake our heads and say "that doesn't sound good".
It's great being friends with an electrician. We met Jon in his professional capacity. He's only a few years younger than us, and we get along well. When you have to have workers in your home, it can feel invasive and uncomfortable. Ken and I enjoy having Jon over. At dinnertime we all sat down and ate together.
He didn't quite finish everything on our to-do list, so he'll be back next week. He's going to have dinner with us again, and bring his laptop so that we can see photos of his three-year-old daughter. I'm looking forward to it.
Posted by Sparkling Red at 8:03 AM