This morning Holly Berry, my cat, was driving me nuts - again! Last night she pestered me until I checked her food dish and found it empty. Having filled it to the brim, I was sure that hunger wasn't her problem. I followed her down to the family room, but instead of going to her dish, she headed for a door begging to be let out. The animals all wear magnets around their necks, which activate a small sliding door so that they can go in and out at will. Perhaps she lost her magnet again. It wouldn't be the first time. Nope, her magnet was on her collar, so I checked the animal door. It didn't work. And both lights were out in the storage room. I had two areas with no lights. Still believing the problem was the breaker, tonight when I got home from market, I called Allen and asked if he had ever changed out a breaker. He said he hadn't (wise move!). I told him I had looked up instructions on the internet and it didn't seem too hard. Then he told me about the smoke or dust or some such thing that he saw coming out of the outlet on a post by the water trough in Paddock 9.
Okay, I thought, I can do that. Then I thought, if I'm going to take it apart to disable it, why not just replace it? I headed out to the local hardware store, and with some excellent advice from the clerk there, including how to make sure I didn't kill myself in the process, I headed home with a bag of tools and parts, costing about $15.
|Jiffy Pop "helping"|
But at last, everything was put back together and the job was done.
I feel pretty good about doing this. In addition to the money I saved, there was a great deal of satisfaction in hitting the breaker and seeing the overhead lights go on in the garage. All is well. The pets can get in and out of their door. The tools are put away, and all is right with the world.
So the romance between Rosie and Sam and my successful electrical wiring job are my two little tales for today.