About two weeks ago the electricity in our downstairs bathroom and front courtyard stopped working. We reset the breakers for those areas, but the lights and outlets still didn't work. We tried resetting ALL the breakers hoping they were mislabeled, and it still didn't work.
Convinced we had fried wires and were about to shell out several hundred dollars to have the issue resolved, we did what we usually do with this sort of non-imminent home project: we ignored it. We have another bathroom and a streetlight in front of our house.
Then, tonight, Mr. B gets antsy and needs to vacuum something (this weird habit is a post in and of itself, so I won't go into it here). He goes into the guest room downstairs and tried to plug the vacuum into and outlet in the dark bathroom (off of the guest room), and I hear him cuss because he forgot the room no longer has power. Then he walks out and a thoughtful expression passes his face.
I can almost see the light bulb appear above his head. "I have a theory!"
He runs up the stairs with a glee not seen since Archimedes went streaking through the streets of Syracuse. Then he runs back downstairs and into the guest room, and I hear "It worked! It worked!"
As it turns out, our house continues to be a construction oddity--somehow, the safety outlet in the upstairs bathroom got tripped, thereby resulting in the total loss of power in the downstairs bathroom and front courtyard, even though the outlet and power upstairs still worked (heck if I know...). When he reset the outlet upstairs, everything started working again.
How my husband's brain arrives at Loss of Power Downstairs = Tripped Outlet Upstairs, I have no idea. He claims someone must have told him of this weird configuration at some point, but I'm still a little baffled.
Thank goodness for illogical conclusions.
Alula
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