Today was our turn in the flashback barrel. The sky was overcast but not rainy. The A/C was cool. I had clothes in the washer that needed loading into the dryer but I was in no hurry to put 'em there. Coffee first, priorities in order, no?
The electric power stuttered, came back, went off totally, came back and then went out with a bang from down the street. Transformer? The usual suspect.
The power company has a new customer service wrinkle. After making the call to them and getting a time of repair estimate (which they tell you up front is soooo subject to change), we received an automated call to let us know the technicians had arrived and were assessing the problem. We knew that: we saw the two huge trucks go by our house.
Still, it was nice to have the computer call and let us know how much it cared about our power loss. A second automated call provided the information that it was the power company's equipment that had suffered damage and the time of completion was revised to just after midday, today. Hey, great.
Then clouds drifted in from the north and thunder scared the cat to safety in the back of the hall. No windows in the hall = safety in her mind. It's one of her open safe places: she has darker ones.
Sprinkles came, then real rain and more distant rumbling thunder. I expected the repair people to be off the job like the cat was. The trucks had driven away. Big E had brought home lunch because we didn't want to open the refrigerator unnecessarily.
The rain paused and a look out the side door showed they had driven the cherry picker around the block and come at the transformer from that side.
Meanwhile, we had located the battery operated fans and were sitting in the ambient light reading. Twenty minutes after the estimate expired, they got it repaired. This was also ten minutes before the football game which J and Big E had been waiting for.
Except for the flashback to two weeks of no power, there are no effects.
Only, I am doing every bit of laundry I can find while the dryer still runs. You never know ... the cat could be right.
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It was nature's way of threatening us with a hurricane. With out air we broke out the fans that ran on batteries. This is the stuff that he have for after a hurricane. It got hot till the air got back on again. Thank god for A/C.
Transformers, more than meets the eye. Wow, all of you had a dramatic day, no a/c, no dryer, no lights, no fridge, no stove, no tv, but you did have fans and books to read. Aww Mew knew something was not right.
Nothing good can come of a power-out event that begins with a loud bang.
Well, at least reading got done, and dining. And Mew felt safe - that's 3 good things. And you got the TV back before the game. That's four. All in all, not a bad day. Just not a usual one.
An unusual one, broke a sweat.
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