I did it again and I don’t know why.
As I left the garage, I instinctively flipped the light switch.
Like I said, I don’t know why I did it. All I know is that nothing good can come of it. One would think that a light switch would control lights but ours doesn’t.
We have several such switches in our house. Each a mystery.
We have no idea what the one in the garage does but we are sure it does something. The one in the entryway does something too – but we are not sure why it does the things it does. Not so the one in the kitchen. That one is completely predictable – sometimes.
This mystery began about a year ago when lights suddenly stopped working and dead outlets just as suddenly sprung to life. The appliances got in on the action too – blinking in and out of consciousness – all because some switch somewhere had been flipped.
We suspect much of this was caused by the crazy old handyman who wired our place years before we bought it. We have tried to undo his chaos by taking careful notes and systematically rewiring his obvious errors but all we got for the effort was more riddles in our walls.
In a rational world, one might simply disconnect the mystery switches. We did that – but over the normal course of flipping lights on and off, we slowly and surely shut down our household. To save ourselves we reconnected them.
Over the years, we have called several local electricians but once they realized who we were they never called back. We tried hiring professionals from out of the area only to watch them speed away after confronting our beehive of wires, so after I set off a fresh round of chaos by flipping the garage light switch, I called my buddy Stan.
He can fix anything.
He poked around a bit then sighed that heavy sigh of his and said, “I don’t do magic.”
“Too complex for you, huh?”
“Not at all,” he said, “when something is complex, you know there is an explanation for what you don’t know. When magic is involved, you know the explanation is beyond reason.”
“And what you have is beyond even that.”
“What should I do?” I asked.
“Have you tried superstition?”
“Yes,” I told him.
“Try harder,” he said.
Just then my dog barked.
Scooter has never made the connection between the food in his dish and my daily trips to fill it. He blames his dish for being empty and bats it about his kennel as punishment.
So we went to the shed to take care of Scooter.
“You need to get him a feeder,” Stan said, “a big one, and a water dish big enough so he cannot and spill it. If you do that, I predict the dark lord of electricity will reward you.”
“Trust magic,” he said.
So I did – and Stan was right, it worked.
As soon as I got Scooter his new water dish, the switch in the garage became utterly reliable, the one in the entryway became downright dependable and the kitchen light performed predictably.
I called Stan.
“What the heck?” I said and described what happened.
“I figured so,” he said, “when Scooter knocks over his water dish, he grounds out an outlet and since your supply is routed through the shed, it scrambles your grid. You need to get that line and the breaker box replaced.”
47 thoughts on “My Mystery Light Switch”
Stan seems wise.
Missed your posts–sorry haven’t been by in a while. Trying to get my site migrated to its own domain has proven harder than I thought.
scroll…scroll…scroll…oh, hey, now I can leave a reply. 🙂
Okay… riddles in our walls. – So, when we visit your house will you look like Jim Carrey as the Batman Riddler…with riddler’s questions marks painted on all the appropriate walls? Riddle me this…riddle me that…
I think everyone needs a pal like Stan. Can you have him deal with our realtor? (and our dishwasher)
In the case of your realtor and dishwasher, you need Stan’s ex-girlfriend and current sister-in-law, Darcy. I recall what Stan said about her after their first date. “She has the personality of a buzz-saw.”
Does it sound like she would be helpful?
Wait- ex-girlfriend/current sister-in-law?
Well, the only recollection I have of a buzz-saw is the old days when my dad and his brothers did construction and worked on houses. Extremely loud and cuts through wood…so hmmm. Apply that to personality. Interesting.
Something like this image? http://www.chadwickillusionfabrications.com/Chadwick_-_Illusion_Price_List/Buzz_Saw_-_Chadwick/Buzz_Saw__Chadwick_Reduced.jpg
Ah, so you and Darcy have already met. If you two have not kept up, see my note on Stan’s marriage here -> “I married the wrong girl”
Have I told you that Scooter was the name of my prairie dog? Here he is. I don’t care how good your Scooter is at fixing things, my Scooter would have stayed two steps ahead of him. On the other hand, if you needed to really burrow into your wiring, he would be your man. Animal. Whatever.
My only real problem with switches is in the bathroom. There are two doors, with a switch by each door. I believe they call them three-way switches, which makes no sense, since they go up and down only two ways, like every other switch. What I do know that that I’m constantly having to walk from one door to the other to figure out how to make the lights come on. The worst part is, there’s no one I can yell at and say, “Stop flipping that switch.”
First of all, let me say that I am in awe of your Scooter, however if one plays with the language, my Scooter, a dog who lives on the prairie, could in all honesty also be called “a prairie dog”. I am not sure how he would feel about that though.
Three-way switch derive their name from the three states found in all electrical circuitry: on, off and magic.
Stan is quite a knowledgeable guy.
Stan is tapped into the mysterious forces that lay beyond the bounds of reason and control things like garage door openers, light switches and rotor tillers.
You’re blessed to have such an extraordinary person for a friend.
We have a few switched in our old house that don’t seem to be connected to anything, too. Maybe we need to borrow Scooter for a few days….
Please, please take him. I love that dog – but the house, the shed, the yard, me… all need a time to rest and heal. 🙂
Interesting concept. Wonder if I should borrow a dog to learn how my electricity works. sd
Folks, never try this at home. Scooter is an untrained professional.
And Stan was useful! He is completely predictable – sometimes.
Stan is very predictable. If he promises something, you can predict with certainty that it will never happen. If he runs out of beer, you can predict that he will have his head in your refrigerator within minutes. If you clean your shed, you can predict how fast he will fill it with junk.
the switch in the bathroom must be flipped down in order to turn on lights, but up to turn on the electrical outlets in the same room…explain that one! lol
Things like that hurt my head.
lol……..believe me, I know the feeling.
Okay…this is an unbelievable situation…made believable by Stan. Call the Scooterbuster to solve your electrical problems! You should advertise! Happy Valentines’s Day! Elizabeth
Everything in Almost Iowa is to be believed (except for all the stuff that strains credibility).
Happy Valentines Day to you too.
I guess Scooter is earning his keep!
And it is about time!!
My kitchen light switch turns on the dishwasher. I’m off to feed the dog…
Feed the cats too, it will address that sudden cold water in the shower problem.
It’s summer here in New Zealand. I WANT cold water in the shower!
Doh!! Silly me.
I must say that I visited New Zealand about ten years ago and found it to be one of the beautiful places on earth.
Oh! I must’ve walked passed!!
After 20-some years, I think we have figured out, rewired, rerouted and replaced all of the mystery in our house. We still have some voodoo and magic to work out, but we’re gaining on it. Careful though, Scooter might go to work on the heat next.
Yikees! I have been hearing strange sound coming from the furnace room when we take Scooter inside at night.
Your mystery switches and voodoo behavior are similar to Melanie’s quilting machine’s quirks. Sometimes only invocations and incantations get it to behave.
Gasp, that is scary. Those things are not cheap.
It’s behaving now.
I’ve got to share this one with hubby – who is an electrician by trade…. He will get a kick out of it! 🙂
I am sure he knows quite a few places like ours. 🙂
he thought your post was cute! 🙂
So, do you flip the switch up or down? I’ve always had problems with that. My husband seems convinced that electricity will behave better if the switches are left the right way. I, of course, keep leaving them set wrong. But perhaps you could ask Scooter what he thinks.
Scooter says it doesn’t make any difference which way you set the switch but if you allow cats in the house, nothing will work right. It’s all because of cats.
I think you have a friendly poltergeist. There used to be a lot of these in Florida. The last hurricane blew them to Almost Iowa. At least, that’s what the weather girl says. I can trust her. She’s a blonde and blondes never lie. It’s the brunettes and redheads you have to watch out for.
I don’t have a problem with blonde, brunette or redhead meteorologists, my problem is with skinny people who try to sell me weight loss programs.
Leave it to Stan. And Scooter. Do you rent out Scooter? Or could you at least give me Stan’s phone number? We have a little problem with a light in the garage.
Scooter could easily handle the light in your garage and after that the garage itself.
How did you know the garage also needs help?
I didn’t – but Scooter’s enthusiasm goes well beyond simple tasks.
I know this kind of situation all too well. Nicely done Scooter.
Scooter is great for making sense out of chaos and chaos out of sense.
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