…I am still perplexed about the chandelier in our dining room. About six months ago, it just decided to quit working. No bad bulbs, no problems with the circuit breaker it’s on — it just wouldn’t turn on. We added it to the list of stuff we couldn’t afford to fix right now and moved on.
Until last night. We were at Bocktown for Wednesday’s big storm, but when we got home, we found no problems — power was on, just the usually teeny leak in the basement, cat cowering under furniture, light in the dining room was on…
“…light in the dining room was on.”
I actually did that double-take when I walked in the door, stepped into the living room after taking off my soggy shoes and saw light coming from the dining room. Mrs. Crappy had actually gone upstairs without noticing the glow.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. We turned it off again almost immediately, thinking that it wasn’t the electrical fairies who magically made the light work again and that instead we have a short that decided to un-short itself last night and no, you know, burn the house down.
I’m glad to have the option to use it again, kind of. But the dining room light is still on the list of stuff we can’t afford to fix — it’s just a higher priority now.