I think it’s fair to say, now that it’s officially over, that the summer was unsettling to say the least. It didn’t help that I tried to blow up the neighborhood.
I was sitting in my bedroom that morning, working on a file, when I heard a bang and saw a flash in the hallway out of the corner of my eye. And the power immediately went out. I rushed to the back of the house and although I could smell a little lingering smoke, I couldn’t see anything. When I went downstairs and out to the backyard, all the other neighbors were out as well, checking to see what had happened; everyone had experienced the same thing, hearing the bang and seeing the flash. Everything looked ok – no power lines down, no big blackened patches on garage roofs or yards. And the smoke smell dissipated pretty quickly, so we texted the power company and wandered back inside our respective houses.
The power company showed up about an hour later. I saw the lineman up at the power box two houses down; the power came on for about 10 seconds and then there was another bang and flash. And again, the power left us. Since I was standing in my backroom watching the power guy, I saw exactly where the flash came from – the power lines at the back of my yard. It gave me a sick feeling, quickly totting up the various worse-case scenarios. The power guy must have seen it as well; he headed straight for my garage roof, I headed for the backyard. After about 10 minutes of poking around with a long pole, he headed back to the line to reinstate the power. This time it stayed on.
I couldn’t resist going to talk to him and was rewarded with a tale of exactly what had happened. A branch had broken on one of my trees, but instead of falling into the yard, it had tipped over and connected two power lines, one at the top and one at the bottom of the branch. That caused the first burst. When the power was restored the first time, the branch was still in place, so it connected and exploded again. After he poked the branch with the pole, it fell into the yard; with no more connection, no more issue. It’s hard to see in the photo above, but the branch is all blackened and many of the leaves are dry and burnt. I was so relieved that it hadn’t been anything horrible and/or expensive to repair, I fessed up to all the neighbors that my tree was the guilty party.
When was the last time you had to have a repair person to your place?