Fleamarket has a new Daddy.
His name is Mark, and he is otherwise known as our Electrian.
The reason Mark originally came over today was not to adopt my little feline friend though.
Late last week, while working at my desk in my Office, I saw the Reading Room light come on.
It startled me, and without even really thinking, I immediately jumped up from my desk, ran outside and into the room underneath the old part of the house where the fuse box is.
I flipped the switch marked, “bedrooms” and went back upstairs to make sure it was off. Thank goodness, it was. My next move involved my cell phone- and Mark’s phone number. He came over about 15 minutes later, and within about 5 minutes of that, he was showing me the wiring behind the Reading Rooms light switch. Y’all, it was not a pretty sight. Think: singed wires and a big pouf of old threads. Long story short, there was some major arcing going on between the two live wires in there, and would have caused the old fabric coating around the wires to catch fire if I hadn’t shut the power off.
Yeah, I know. Scary stuff. I was thankful it didn’t happen in the middle of the night. I would have never even known. My smoke detectors didn’t have batteries in them at the time either. Not cool. (They do now, don’t worry)
I asked Mark how much it would cost to get the old part of the house re-wired.
He told me to sit down.
I asked him if he was serious, and he said, “yeah, you’re probably gonna want to”.
So I slowly lowered myself down onto the beer garden bench, told him to go ahead and lay it on me, and mentally prepared myself for a number.
He hit me with the number, which was lower than I had expected, but higher than we had anticipated spending on home improvements this month. I’m not a huge fan of living in fear though, so he’s going to start the re-wiring process tomorrow, and should be done by Thursday night.
Back to little Fleamarket. Mark is going to surprise his 14 year old daughter with him tonight. She’s going to be so excited, and that just warms my heart. I wasn’t expecting to have to say goodbye to him today though, so I’m sort of sad right now. However, I am thrilled that he’ll have a loving home, just one short mile down the road. Mark even said I can visit him if I want.
Wonder if they’re done with supper yet?