After all, it's been almost two weeks since my last blog post. However, I like to accompany my renovation articles with photos and the bedroom is currently an eyesore while I reorganize closets and get rid of clothes I've had since my disco show band days. No way am I posting photos of it now.
I was surprised at 8:45am this morning when the Con Ed truck pulled up just as I was walking out the door with the pooches.
If you read my last post, I lost one leg of power to my house yesterday. The electrician I called pronounced one of the feed cables from the street DOA. He called Con Ed to report it. He also left me with a number to call if I didn't hear from Con Ed soon "in the next two weeks".
I was checking my email today when my computers and monitor suddenly shut down. The music went quiet in the living room downstairs as well. But I could hear the radio playing in the shop downstairs. It took me five seconds to figure out what happened. People a block away probably heard me yell, "NOOOOoooo!!"
This has happened to other houses on the block. The underground feeder cables into these houses are old. Add a bunch of melting snow and road salt like we've had the past couple of weeks, throw in some leaky manhole covers and these cables can fry.
A typical home has two legs of power coming into the breaker box, 180 degrees out of phase. If you lose one of them you typically lose power to half the breakers.
No, I'm not talking about the street scene around here. I mean actual wildlife living in the shadow of downtown Manhattan. Rural folks are surprised to hear that we have something other than rats and pigeons here. But it's a fact.
I was walking Jack and Auggie last night around 1am when Auggie spotted something in my neighbor's garden. He charged. I heard a hiss and caught a flash of white fur as something flew up a large bush. A cat? Then I saw the skinny tail and the lethal-looking teeth. It was a possum.
This morning's mail brought some very good news for the neighborhood. First a little background.
Bay Ridge is a largely conservative Republican bubble surrounded by probably the largest liberal stronghold in the United States. While I'm a progressive political agnostic myself, the local Republicans have taken the former Democratic Speaker's words to heart. They know that throwing a bone to the electorate is worth a hundred airhead "I'm a Decider" slogans.
In January 1999, I said goodbye to my downtown loft and moved into an old row house.
Dyker Heights is next to my beloved Bay Ridge here in Brooklyn. In most respects, it's pretty much indistinguishable from Bay Ridge except during the Christmas holidays, when you can spot it from the moon. I don't know what they put it in the water over on 11th Avenue but subtlety ain't it.