We came home Saturday from a day of Christmas sightseeing in Manhattan (pictures will be posted soon) to discover that most of our power was out. As in, our fridge and 2 outlets worked and nothing else. It reminded me of ice storms in the old farm house to find myself reading in bed by candlelight.

Investigation yesterday found that our neighbors were having the same problem. It was the first time I had actually really talked to my neighbors aside from saying hi when passing on the stairs. I also got to find out that the dry cleaners complain to everyone in the building about the water leaks yet never actually call the landlord. Also, we found out that Byron isn't just crazy and we probably have his persistent stalking of the spaces next to the stove and under the fridge to thank for the fact that we haven't seen any mice. One neighbor has one in her kitchen and the other's cats have caught 2.

Many calls to the landlord and the super later, an electrician finally showed up and woke me up ringing the doorbell this morning at 7am. Since I told him to hold on a second as I was still in my pyjamas, he went to my neighbors to investigate the problem. I left for work with minimal power still. Just got a voicemail from the landlord that apparently a generator on the street "burnt up" and ConEd would be fixing the problem today. One would think that some automatic system would let the power company know when a generator burnt up, but, apparently not. Well, at least they haven't blacked out the entire northeast yet. |