(Apologies to Facebook friends, and especially Okham, who have already heard this story. And apologies to everyone for the length. I’m just ranting, really, you don’t have to read it).
At the time of writing, we have had full power in all circuits of our house for 42 hours straight. This is the first time in a loooong time that this has happened, and I am crossing my fingers and toes that it holds…
The problem started a few months ago with a *blip*. The TV went off, then came straight back on.
Weird, eh?
And then it happened again. And again. And again. Not just the TV, but the computer and various lights too. It’s an old house by Vancouver standards (1912), so we assumed that the fault lay in our own wiring.
Just as suddenly as the problem started, it stopped, and we had a few days of blip-free bliss.
But… Blip. Then a longer blip. Then… blipping hell, the blipping lights have been off for a few minutes now. What the blip’s going on?
Everything always came back on by itself; none of our breakers were tripping. And we’d have the occasional day or two with no problems at all. It was all very strange, and beyond our experience as new (and grossly incompetent) home owners. So Mr E Man asked one of the electricians on his current movie to come and have a look after work one day. Unfortunately this guy turned out to be a major flake, and never actually showed up when he said he was going to. This wasted a couple of weeks.
The blips were getting longer.
We gave up on the first guy, and Mr E Man asked another electrician friend to come over. The day before he was due to come, he hurt his back and had to stay home.
The blips were now stretching into hours at a time, although the power always came back on eventually. Approximately half of our lights and outlets were now under part-time employment, while the other half were steady and reliable.
Electrician #3 (a colleague of our brother-in-law, also in the movie industry) did show up a week or two later, but couldn’t find anything wrong with our wiring.
We called the injured electrician friend again, and he talked Mr E Man through some voltage and outlet checking over the phone. It turned out that we were losing one of the two live phases of electricity coming into the house, which explains why some circuits were always fine and others were always blipping blipped. The injured electrician speculatively diagnosed a problem with the external connection rather than with our internal wiring, a huge relief since the external stuff is BC Hydro’s responsibility, whereas anything within our own house is ours, and therefore potentially super expensive.
However, there was another problem. We’d neglected to trim our fruit trees over the winter, and now they were touching the overhead wires. This was a possible (albeit unlikely) cause of the problem1, but we were under professional advice NOT to call BC Hydro until the trees were trimmed. Apparently they would have automatically blamed the problem on the trees and charged us a fortune.
Yet another problem emerged. Another friend is married to a landscaper, who said that under NO CIRCUMSTANCES were we to trim the trees in the summer, while they were bearing fruit. Apparently this would waste all the energy and other goodies stored in the leaves and fruit, and we’d risk losing the trees over the winter. We had to wait for the fruit to finish and for the trees to start withdrawing all their goodness back towards their centres.
Cue longer and longer outages, the TV going off and then switching back on at 3 am, the near destruction of our computer’s hard drive, and us using candles in the living room and bathroom more often than not. But at least the fridge-freezer and stove were still working!
We were finally able to trim the trees on Wednesday of last week. The power was on continuously from when the guy finished until we were just about to go to bed and we were thrilled, thinking that the problem was solved.
Blip. Blip. Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. We went to bed in the dark, and the TV came back on at 2 am.
Mr E Man called BC Hydro the next day, and they sent someone out that evening. He declared our connections to the main Hydro pole in the back alley to be fine, but found a corroded connector on the outside of the house. He replaced it, as well as the two other connectors (one other live phase and one ground) that go into the house.
Woo Hoo! The TV and lights were on, and all was well. Problem solved! I changed my Facebook status to “Cath loves BC Hydro. No, really, I do”.
Mr E Man went to bed, and announced that the light bulb in the bedroom (previously reliable) had blown, probably when the power got reconnected. I wandered into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and heard…
nothing.
Complete silence.
This didn’t register as a problem until I was walking back out of the room and thought, doesn’t the fridge usually hum?
Amazingly enough, replacing this connector turned out not to fix the problem. I should point out that this thing was poked and prodded and generally taken apart by three different guys, so it didn’t look quite this bad when it was attached to the house.
Yup, the phase that had been blipping was now fine, and the phase that had been fine, was now blipping BLIPPED, for blip’s sake.
Unable to face the full implications of the problem just then, I went to bed ranting and cursing about blipping BC Hydro.
3 am, and the bedroom light came on. Closely followed by the blipping burglar alarm, which we never use but which needs to have its code entered to placate it and make it stop chirping after each blip.
It was shortly after this experience that I changed my Facebook status to “Cath can’t f***ing believe it. And no longer loves BC Hydro”. This attracted a few curious comments… all I can say is that having your kettle work again, but then having your milk turn bad, does not make for a happy tea-filled blogger. Especially when she is sleep deprived and having to update her Facebook status on her iPhone2 because she’s moved her computer into the room that previously had a reliable outlet.
Anyway. We called BC Hydro again, and they promised to come back out some time before Monday night. This meant that we had to stay home during daylight hours to wait for them, and had a couple more nights of sleepus interruptus. (Although admittedly one of these was caused by the blipping cats rather than any electrical problems).
A different Hydro guy eventually showed up on Sunday, and immediately found a problem with our connections to the main Hydro pole in the back alley. You know, the connections that we’d been told were fine. It turned out that the first guy must have switched around the two live wires, so that the wire that was misconnected at the alley was now connected to a different phase where it entered our house. (Apparently it is usually fine to do this). Hence the flip-flop in the healthy vs. blipping circuits, and the need for me to throw out all of the contents of the blipping freezer and most of the contents of the blipping fridge.
Anyway. Like I say, 42 hours and counting… if this continues for another week or two I might finally start believing that we’ve fixed the problem. I will never, ever take simple things like lights and fridges and kettles and non-chirping alarms for granted ever again.
My Facebook status now reads “Cath is cautiously optimistic”.
1) other hypotheses included a grow-op / meth lab in the neighbourhood, squirrels, raccoons, gremlins, or a malicious ghost.
