THROWBACK THURSDAY TO FIVE YEARS AGO, WAITING FOR IRENE TO BLOW THROUGH….and boy did she ever…..
Hurricane coming, me not really worried with all my ducks in a row – pool furniture tucked away, glass patio table brought inside, groceries in, and with a whole-house generator, not much else to do but sit back and watch the storm go over. Just Me and the Dawg in New York while Mr. EOS mans the bucket brigade in Rhode Island, praying the roof on his Man Cave doesn’t blow off!
Then it happened. At 9:19am and thirty seconds. The generator that goes into a self-test mode every Friday, just to make sure all is working, choked, gagged, then stopped. Fetched up. Red light flashing on panel, meaning some fault has caused a shut-down.
I went out to the generator to open the front panel but it was locked. Locked? How could that be? It’s never been locked before. As a matter of fact, I’ve never had a key. But when the service man came in April, he must have locked the panel. I called the service company, but as you can imagine, their call log was backed up for a long time and the suggested method of reaching someone was to leave a message. I did.
Meanwhile, not one to sit and wait or have others resolve the problem, I was sure I could open that front panel myself. Note: a screwdriver does not substitute for a key. Trust me.
Fortunately for me, I have a very smart Dawg and I instructed her to sit by the inside panel and to bark three times when the red light stopped blinking. Okay, so she only barked twice, but she’s getting old and counting isn’t her thing.
I ran inside and found the panel all green, as in good to go. That only left me with four bolts to put the top back ON…the easy part was taking them out. I have yet to see how they go back in…and stay in….I plan to leave that task for “others”, from the Latin word meaning Husband. I did the hard part. And I’m still alive to talk about it.
One final note: The service company did call, and I explained that I was able to resolve the fault myself; he complimented me on my daring, and said he’d mail me a key next week.
End of story. Bring on the hurricane. I’m really ready now!