I spent much of the weekend away visiting my family, an enjoyable time socializing, dining out, and watching theatre. I returned mid-day today. No sooner had my sister (who had carpooled with me) and I stepped out of the car and begun collecting our things than we heard an abrupt, sharp and echoing bang. It was difficult to pinpoint, but I thought it sounded like it may have come from the hydro pole near our house that supports the line out to the road – and also happens to have a transformer. Dan confirmed from the house that the power had gone out the same moment, obviously a connection.
The hydro company was called. Fortunately, they have hard-working men on 24-hour standby for power-grid emergencies. They sent a truck out to assess the situation, and the crew noticed that the fuse at the road was open. I’m not sure what they did as they investigated it, but while they were down there, another loud crack and fizzle came from our pole. They confirmed that the transformer was blown.
It took two trucks and four crewmen to come out and replace it. Two gallant souls ventured up in the small baskets while two remained as ground crew. They were quick with their work, probably on-site no more than half an hour. The old transformer was taken down (the large green thing dangling beside the lower basket) and a new one installed. Almost five hours after the first startling bang, our appliances flickered back to life inside.
Their work completed, the brave and dependable hydro crews departed into the sunset with nary a backward glance, on to rescue the next damsel in distress.
If you can call it distress. I actually had quite a pleasant afternoon sitting on the screened porch, listening to the birds and insects, reading my book.