Electricity
I don’t like it when my life invades DruPum all that much. However, I think I should explain the recent silence from me. It isn’t that I don’t like all of you unknown people anymore. Usually, I have to at least see someone before deciding I’d like to kick their teeth in. The problem is the recent move has left me without access to the internets. And there my troubles begin.
The new house was originally built in 1890. Obviously, they didn’t have electricity back then. Over the course of the last century my house has been “updated” by many folks. Most of them didn’t have a clue what they were doing. Now, when I plug in my computer and turn on the TV, the bathroom light goes out. So, that’s a problem that needs some fixin’.
I have a friend who is an electrician, and he’s going to do the work for me to get my house approaching code. It really was quite funny listening to him splutter over the state of my electrics. He kept asking, “Why would they do this?” And I kept telling him that I stopped asking those kinds of questions a long time ago.
As an example of the funhouse wiring I have we found no less than 2 breakers that had tremendous amounts of wire that terminated at wire nuts or electrical tape. That’s all, just live wires that go nowhere. And the bulk of the house (read that as all) is on one 20 amp breaker. Okay, that’s not true, my front porch light is on it’s own breaker.
So, that’s what’s going on in my neck of the woods. I’ve been playing with copper spaghetti and trying to keep my house from burning down, and I haven’t even got into the spiders yet. I don’t know what’s up with Jeff. Maybe he’s gone back to Dagoba for more Jedi training. You never know with Jeff.
Tune in next time, which I hope will be sooner, when we can discuss why Hillary really isn’t working class, even if she gets drunk with frat boys.
