El Electricista

When Roy built this house he had it wired in an almost impenetrable pattern. There must be, beneath the cement, a web of wires crossing and re-crossing, up and down three flights. Every now and then it all goes ker-flooy and we are left trying to decipher which circuit breaker pertains to which set of lights or electrical outlets. Well, it has happened again. One of the lights on the first floorterrazo has gone out. Those lights are on breaker #5, according to Roy's list. After several attempts by both Jim and Fernando to locate the problem, including Fernando blowing a circuit, it was decided that an electrisista must be called. Because it appears that the downstairs switch is wired into both circuit #5 and #1. We are now awaiting the arrival of the gentleman who, almost a year ago, had to come in and do a great deal of rewiring. This was done so that when Fernando was painting the wall around the house he didn't get a shock, or when Jim turned on the hose bib in the back of the house he didn't get zapped. As I said, the wiring is a maze of some madman's design.

My sister Vicky is in the hospital in San Diego. She has paid her annual visit to the emergency room and is spending her usual 10 days or so there. She was on the mend, I thought, but the latest news is not good. She is now in ICU. I will report as I get more information.