Another thing bites the dust. In my house that is. I need an electrician, maybe. I have done all that I can do and am at a total loss. I have enlisted friends, who know nothing more than I (but that helps a little.)
And now, great world, I beg and plead with you to help me.
Last night I came home after Gwennie's practice, and attempted to open the garage. I wrote a about this last night:
I finally arrived at home, and tried to open the garage. It wasn't working. Hmmmm. I tried the garage door opener in the car (and truck) thinking maybe batteries that were threatening to go out finally took the plunge. Nope. Gwennie and I went inside and noticed that the lights weren't working either. Not in the downstairs bathroom, or the laundry room. But the outlet in the garage works.
This morning in hopes that maybe I just didn't do it right, I went back out and flipped that same switch. I hit all of the GFI switches I could find. I cried a little in frustration. And then sent out my drama to the Facebook world. My dad and mom are apparently not in a place with cell service, because neither of their phones are working, and they won't even let me leave a voice message. I want my Daddy.