Why Thursday Sucked - Part 3

With the generator running well, it looked as though Thursday would come to a better close than it had started out. The rains had kindly held themselves in check until all necessary things had been accomplished; even the unloading of the many, many supplies from the truck. A very satisfying meal sprang from the new provisions, everyone within the peaceable kingdom was settled in without complaint or unfulfilled wishes. Such moments are rare and much worshipped while quietly touching wood.

What happened next to dispel the placid lull was neither expected or understood. The rains finally came, those splatting heavy sort of rains which put all things to a test of water-tightness. Then the lightning and thunder piled on and we shut down and unplugged the computers. A very close lightning hit occurred just as I had gone into the bathroom. Certain things suddenly sounded 'not right' although I would be hard-pressed to document them accurately. Mark called out "Did you just do something or did that last lightning strike hit us?" I was at a loss for some time to properly assess and respond to that question although my gut feel was that we had not been struck. Then it hit me that my clicking the bathroom switch had corresponded with the curious change of attitude in the evap. cooler motor and lighting. !!!??? Why? Why now? What conditions had changed suddenly? The swift gut reaction, of course, was to shut down the evap. cooler. The next reaction would be to avoid the bathroom light switch until the problem was understood and resolved. A change had occurred that was horribly wrong and potentially very dangerous.

After the storm passed and the evap. cooler had been long silent, Mark went into the bathroom and hit the light switch out of habit, just as I have done many times since, until I recently taped it over. The swamp cooler motor fired up (insert electrical X-files theme here)!!!!

We shut down the generator at that point and discussed the possibilities by kerosene lamp. Remember, as I am quick to shout out the door to Mark "I am NOT an electrician! DO-NOT-ASK-ME!" Neither of us have a clue when it comes to any deeper electrical mysteries. So we retired earlier that night than normal, still sniffing for signs of burning wires within the walls but no signs had manifested themselves before we fell asleep. I packed this new conundrum off to bed with me to tumble around in the company of the usual dreams.

We'd really appreciate your thoughts on this but don't say anything yet - there's more strangeness to follow. I am stopping here simply because I am just so tired after today's new 'cat on a hot tin roof' exercise which was part of this ongoing madness. Yes, this problem is still current (pun actually not intended) .

No related photo this time since it's difficult to photograph that which is remains a complete mystery.

To be continued.