This past week, we had our roof re-shingled. Part of the work included the installation of a new attic vent, which involved cutting a hole in the roof over the kitchen. On the same day the work was done, the lights over the kitchen table ceased to function.
Coincidence aside, my first thought was that the bulbs had burned out. But when I took one of them out and tested it in a lamp, it worked just fine. Huh. And soooo not good. 🙁
At this point, visions of severed wires danced through my head…as did paranoid thoughts of fires started by those severed wires…needless to say, I didn’t sleep very well for a few nights. (That writerly imagination of mine can be a real pain sometimes. sigh)
Anyway, it took until yesterday before my husband had the time to go up into the attic crawlspace, only to discover that the wires are just fine. Completely intact. Sever-free. And when he crawled back out of the attic and tested the bulbs? Neither of them gave so much as a flicker. 😕
I’ve lived without a kitchen light for four days because of burned-out lightbulbs.
My husband is still laughing. I don’t expect him to stop anytime soon.
This is my argument for triple-checking things, folks. Or against me doing home maintenance. I haven’t decided which, yet.