Now, I mentioned yesterday that the branding iron popped a
fuse the first time I went to use it. So, I went out in the garage that night and
pushed the several fuses I still have not identified to get the plug back
working.
Sidebar: It’s an antique fuse box and you can’t get
replacements. If you remember, a couple of years back, the plugs in the garage
went out when I ran the Skil saw through its power cord and I had to eventually
bring in an electrician. He determined it was an iffy push thingie and suggested
I spend a grand to upgrade my electrical system. (Um, no…)
But, I apparently pushed the iffy push thingie while trying
to restore power to the kitchen sink outlets. Why would I care?
Well, I damn sure did Tuesday morning, when I walked
downstairs into total darkness! The security light on Jake’s patio is hooked
into those plugs.
At first, I thought the bulb had burned out. I checked the
cupboard and found I had none left (Damn!) Which was a problem as the one light
in my two-light fixture in my bedroom had blown out the night before (maybe it
was me, messing with the fuses).
I revisited the blown-out outlet and realized it was a GFI.
So, it finally dawned on me it was NOT a blown fuse. But, I had to get to work
and couldn’t spend any more time on it.
But, as I said, without the security light, the downstairs
was totally dark and I damn near killed myself walking to the bathroom. Not
cool!
So, at lunch I went and got some bulbs and a few more furnace
filters at Lowe's, after having some bean and ham soup and a gyro at the
Newburgh Grill.
The afternoon passed slowly, but I was finally headed
home. I got in the trashcan and the
mail, then went inside to treat Caley.
Back in the garage, I plugged the light on Jake’s patio into
another outlet. I went out back to check and, sure enough, it was on. Damn! I had
inadvertently pressed the one stupid breaker that was bad!
Since I was out there anyway, I refilled the feeders.
Back inside the garage, I pressed the stupid breaker about a
100 times. No dice. I gave up.
Back inside, I reset the GFI plug and the kitchen was back working.
I changed clothes and then got to work. I emptied the dishwasher and then turned the
date head around on the brand. I set the timer for 20 minutes after plugging it
into the microwave outlet. When it was hot, I tried it again.
Then I replaced the light bulbs in the bedroom fixture. At
first, I stood on the bed, but I am not that cool or steady on such a soft
medium. I got the fixture off and the bulbs out, but almost fell twice.
So, I got the short stepladder, shoved the bed out of the
way and finished the job.
Then I made dinner. I am trying to use up the canned goods I
stockpiled (I don’t know how long canned goods stay good – years?) So, I opened
a big can of refried beans. I warmed them up in my medium saucepan. Meanwhile,
I diced two small onions. I put the onions into the refried beans. I put them
on tortillas and added shredded sharp cheddar cheese and some taco sauce. I put
them in the oven after topping them with more cheese.
When the cheese on top had melted, I pulled them out. I topped
them with medium hot salsa and ate a homemade version of a Mexican meal.
It was really good. I should have added some hot sauce to the
beans, though. It was a little bland.
However, I must warn you. I spent the rest of the night
burping and farting. Caley decided to sleep elsewhere and I wish I could have,
too!
That looks like a great use of the pantry. Nice job Dad!
ReplyDeleteIt was good , if somewhat gaseous.
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