It Comes in Threes

They say bad things happen in threes.  Actually, a lot of superstition is based on the number three and there appears to be a much greater number of speculations as to why and what stuff is involved.  Like it's supposed to be a problem to hang around in a group of three people or light three cigarettes with one match.  Maybe they were thinking about three times the opportunity for lung disease. But I am going off on a tangent.

I wrote on Friday about some electrical issues with the outlet in my kiln room.  The electrician came out on Friday and was able to rewire everything, no problem.  Yay!  So I got up at 5:30 Saturday morning and started the kiln.  Everything seemed to be running as usual until I noticed that it wasn't really getting hot, it wasn't even getting warm.  I shut it off and unplugged it but I had to leave for a few hours so I figured I'd get to it on Sunday morning.

Sunday, 6:30 am I went out and checked a few things at the kiln.  All the connections were tight, nothing looked or smelled burned.  I reset the kiln sitter and tried to fire again.  Of course this time I listened for the relays.  They were silent, just the hum from the kiln master.  Odd.  And the kiln didn't get warm again.

I came into the house to consult the internet about the trouble with the kiln when Janet said "the refrigerator isn't working."  Crap.  It's an older unit and has been repaired once already several years ago.  This time the freezer was working but not the refrigerator.  It didn't seem like it was worth it to spring for another expensive repair when a new one would cost just a little more.  We don't need all the bells and whistles, just cooling.  I've lived 50 years without water coming out of the door of my refrigerator, I'll be okay using the tap or pitcher for a while longer.

When we returned home from refrigerator shopping Janet mentioned that it felt pretty warm in the house.  I thought it was a hot flash, I checked the thermostat and sure enough it was a few degrees warmer inside than what it was supposed to be.  I checked the AC unit and found ice.  Awesome.  No blower but ice on the compressed and lines.  Shoot me now.

But it's all good.  That's three so we are done.  Nothing else will break until the next set of three.

Just to prove the superstition of the threes, the AC repair cost $333.  I can't make this stuff up.

I hope you had a great weekend and have a great week ahead.

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