Here we go again. Another chapter in the saga of my ancient haunted farmhouse.
The power is out in the kitchen again. This time, the stove and the refrigerator are on the only circuits working, so that's a plus. But the overhead lights and the outlets are apparently on another, and they're out. So I can cook...in the dark. The hallway, bathroom and dining room are apparently on similar circuits, because they're out too. So I have darkness in half the house and no outlets...again. And it appears as if we're talking opposite circuits from the last time this happened.
So I wonder...are we talking 100 year old faulty wiring? Mice chewing through cloth covered wires? Ghosts toying with my sanity? Or just plain bad luck? I have no idea, but I'm on the verge of tearing my hair out.
My hus...or rather, my imaginary dead president, Mr. Lincoln, feels right at home. He's actually enjoying the black out. He lit oil lamps and placed them around the house, saying he actually prefers it this way. Figures. He's on 1860s time. He wouldn't mind it at all if we were forced back into the time before electricity and connectivity.
Well, I can live just fine without the lights. As long as I still have the outlet that charges my laptop, the one that powers the internet, and the one that keeps my space heater warm. The rest of it's just gravy anyway.
Until the next time...I'll be baking bread by candlelight!