A couple of nights ago the lights in the hallway and dining room stopped working. I went down to the basement and flipped the circuit breaker and they came back on. The next day they were off again and flipping the breaker did not appear to bring them back. The breaker it was on was from the original house, and not one of the new sub-panels we installed. It seemed likely that it could be defective
Today, rather than sit at home like a damsel in distress waiting for electrician Michael to get home, I took matters into my own hands. I've always walked a wide circle around the elctrical. Michael had a notion for it, so I let him own that body of knowledge. I like to think of it as the same division of labor we have over baking and cooking.
The circuit was a 15amp. I powered down the house and flipped the main, removed the 15, and replaced it with a brand new 20 I had just gone out and purchased. Got it all screwed into place, flipped it back on...and nothing.
Hmmmm... So in the spirit of "the house the internet built" (that will be the book deal I'm sure), I went on-line and asked mr google "testing circuit breakers". It produced the dummies page and I was off to the races. I tested the new 20 as instructed, and appearnetly it was deffective. So, I rooted around the "left-over electrical parts" drawer and found a 30.
Then I turned everything off again and went through the process once more. Flipped it on, and, Voila!, lights. Took a few hours, but after returning the newly purchased circuit breaker, it cost me nothing. Now I am basking in that warm cozy glow of figuring out something new.
day 7: bathroom lighting fixtures
This morning I got up bright and early to head into the big city. Ordering the remaining lighting fixtures was the goal. I convinced my friend Greg (who's on summer break from NYU teaching, nice for both of us I know) to tag along. After placing the order and shopping about we ended up at Jerry's in SOHO for an early lunch. Ah brings back memories-- in my new job I will be back downtown. It's funny to see how the neighborhood has changed and not all for the worse. But more on that in second.
The lighting showroom of choices has become Lighting by Gregory. I'm not sure why other than my friend Domenic recommended them, that and they always have what we want. The sales people know their stuff too. Ask for Vanda she'll have you out of there in a jiffy.
The lighting order (get it, Greg standing in front of place called...) went a little something like this:
1) 6' two tube, flourescent fixture and ballast. Nothing fancy here. It will go behind the drop cedar ceiling in the bathroom for fill. It's NOT a 70's drop ceiling I promise; it will look good. They gave us two regular tubes with the purchase. I'm going to see how they do and consider switching over to full spectral.
2) 2 24" Bathroom vanity lights. They will have chrome bases to match some of the other finishes. I say "some" as we have a big surprise coming in a week or so...
3) 2 small halogen spots and bases with chrome shades.Three separate parts; six pieces in all, probably 15 for the entire package, not bad. Many months back we got the cable lighting system for the dining room (I was eager to jump the task line once again). While the bathroom lights might seem like a lot it's far less than the gagillon little pieces that need be orchestrated to make the other room work.
3) 3 bookshelf lights for the second floor. They will mount near the ceiling on the soffits and point downward onto the books.
4) An industrial looking half difused have reflected flourescent fixture for the kitchen. They're still checkng availability on it so I don't have a photo just yet. Nothing really that out of the ordinary.
It was great to head into Manhattan and be able to take advantage of a neighborhood like bowery/chinatown. I've talked about it before; the ever incroaching luxury mushroom phenomena and the disappearance of the small shop owner. For some reason "lighting fixture row" way down on Bowery is practically unchanged. Of course with the pricing for fixtures and the volume they turn over, not that surprising. When I first moved to new York in 1990 I lived in a loft on Bowery I would give the address but (after checking the mail slot) it appears that the bitter old hippies that I shared it with are still firmly ensconced. At least some things are slow to change down there.
One thing I will say. Not all of the change is bad. Maybe it was because of yet another crisp cool summer day, but there are new places and architecture that sort of caught my eye. I'll be glad to back in the hood
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