Call me Job.

That’s how I’m feeling today. This morning I can see the humor and irony in the situation… last night, that was impossible.

Our family drove to Lexington yesterday to meet Kara’s plane. She flew in from Kansas to spend the summer working at camp. We left right after lunch, and Roger indulged me with a trip to the Salvation Army store before we headed to the airport. It was a good day.

On our way up the driveway, Ella June flagged us down from her porch and we stopped the van to talk to her a little bit. She told us that while we were gone, she was home alone, and the electric started doing weird things. The lights would get really bright, and then really dim, and something started smelling hot. She was worried that the house was going to catch on fire, and some people from church came over to help her. They turned off the breakers, and Shaun and Wendy realized something weird was going on at our house too. So Wendy turned off our laptop, and Shaun turned off the breaker to the house.

So we heard her story. Then we drove up to camp and talked to Bill, then came down to Eldon & Ella June’s house, and talked to them and the guy from the electric company and then we worked in the garden for awhile while the kids showed Kara around camp.

The power was back on in our house when Roger came down to put the kids to bed. When I walked in the door, Judah greeted me with, “Mom, the TV and DVD player and the CD players don’t work.”

Yeah. If you know anything about power surges, you may have an idea what I’m going to say next. Basically everything in our house that was plugged in and that has some kind of computer in it is…. gone.

And for your reading pleasure, and so you have more reasons to be thankful for the lack of power surges in your own life, I’ll give you a list of everything that could possibly be totally lost to us:

our laptop …. our new backup drive ….. our CD players ….. the TV ….. the VCR/DVD player ….. our satellite alarm clock ….. my piano ….. microwave … coffee pot ….. the computer part of the stove ….. cordless phone ….. answering machine ….. and the remote control to the ceiling fan in the living room. We can still use the light switch for the fan, but it won’t turn the light on or change the setting on the fan away from high.

Thankfully we had turned out all the lights (except for the basement) – because any bulbs that were on were blown. Also, thankfully, we hadn’t put in the air conditioners yet.


About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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5 Responses to Call me Job.

  1. Amy says:

    Oh, Ruthie…I’m so sorry. I wondered right away if your home insurance would cover anything…or if you could make a plea to the electrical company. It’s Philip’s birthday & he’s decided he can do what he wants to. I’m not sure about that “theory”, but at any rate, he declared that I must play Texas Hold ‘Em with him, and so I will. I hope I do bad enough so he never wants to play with me again…or maybe I should beat him really bad so he comes to the same conclusion? 😉


  2. NCMamMam says:

    Oh my! I am so sorry to hear that. But remember in Job’s case God returned his possessions in abundance, more than he lost. I hope you’re not too depressed about it. We love you. – Mom & Dad


  3. Kris says:

    Makes you almost wish you didn’t live in backwoods KY, huh?

    So sorry…


  4. ten4ruthie says:

    Actually, I’d rather live in backwoods KY with what I’ve got than anywhere else – even with every electronic device I’ve ever dreamed of. Absolutely no regrets.


  5. Andrew says:

    Oh that is rot. I have lost my job and probably two semesters of school of late, so we are somewhat in the same situation, but I have not seen anything quite as exciting as all electrical devices in the house blowing up (or fizzling out) at once. ‘Tis a slightly defeated feeling, what?


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