I was trying to vacuum, which always seems to throw off the balance of the tiny universe, here. It tends to trip the electrical system, so it’s best to shut some things off before starting. The electrical math to equal things not getting totally irked has not been established yet.
I’d not figured out where Lights 1, 2, 3 and 4 on the electrical panel actually go to. I found out pretty quickly this morning when flipping everything back on after the vac tripped one.
Light 4 goes to the internet, which means it’s the mother of all switches, other than the refrigerator. Along that panel, it seemed, was also the malfunctioning propane sensor. The propane sensor goes off when reset, and normally you just hit ‘alarm silence’ and it’s good. It doesn’t work like it should, but it’s quiet.
This morning, when it reset, that button didn’t work. No amount of pushing it with a thumb or sharper object would make it stop. I put the dog on the deck. She wanted to be in the way to help, which was not helpful because she just whines about how horrible it is. Yes, I know, dog. This sucks. It painfully sucks.
I went back to the source of the beeping. After a few minutes, the beeping was penetrating every sense I had. It was peeling back the all the layers of my brain, getting into the wee spaces. I could see flashes of purple as it shrilled, while also making me jump. Beeeep. I wondered if I’d end up seeing into the future if I endured it past ten minutes. Beeeep. Would I become a wizard? What happens to a person when they experience this…BEeeEEEp….level of pain? I hope my retinas don’t
I could see flashes of purple as it shrilled, while also making me jump. I pulled everything out from under the sink. Beeeep. I wondered if I’d end up seeing into the future if I endured it past ten minutes, while trying to get a view of the panel. Beeeep. Would I become a wizard? What happens to a person when they experience this…BEeeEEEp….level of pain? I hope my retinas don’t detatch or something insane. BeeeePPP. I couldn’t see anything well enough.
As it continued to emit a practically vomit-inducing pitch, I tried to pry it from the wall. Tears started somewhere in there. Then, I finally found the right wee screwdriver and started to take it off from the wall. Still beeping. I began to frantically dig under the sink to get to the wires of the sensor as I felt my sanity melt. Everything felt warped like a Dali painting.
I went to turn off electrical at the panel. It stopped. Yeah. That dead simple.
I don’t know why I didn’t do it earlier, I thought perhaps it would just magically shut off by doing things that weren’t working. Everything around me began to unmelt and resume a normal form.
Well, that was really &*@#&!^ stupid, I said to an empty boat. I bet the neighbors heard that.
Back at the galley, with sweet, sweet quiet around me, I felt myself get slightly calmer. Cleaners, rags, bottles pretty much covered the galley floor. Tripping around it into the sink and around the bend of plumbing, this time armed with light, I found only two wires were connected, black and white, to the outlet. I presumed if I just cut those then there’d be no power. The rainbow of other wires wasn’t connected to anything. So it’s just connected to electrical to trip itself, it wasn’t actually reading anything. Awesome. I looked at it again and said that out loud.
I was nervous cutting up the galley wires, even though I didn’t think I’d hit anything that would kill me. I knew that there was propane over there and other electrical that I probably needed. I did a quadruple check of the wires I needed to cut. Then I grasp hold of one and clip! I’d actually in my nervousness grabbed the completely wrong wire.
Of course, I thought ‘here it is, this is how I die’. As I stared at it for a few seconds, then back at the source, like a dog watching and hoping something will fall from table to floor.
Thankfully, it was connected to the sensor part of the system, and needed to be cut anyway. I made a mental note to perhaps tape or label the wires in prep to cut, always.
I gleefully yanked the propane sensor out of the wall, threw it on the floor and yelled slightly, since sound carries, “I have vanquished my enemy!”. Then for good measure, I kicked it into the salon while giving it the finger. There is a picture somewhere of my finger and the sensor in a pile. I was pretty worked up at that point and had lost exactly too much sleep and sanity over it already. That compiled with the fact that I’d left the thing beeping when I didn’t need to and that it wasn’t even hooked up to a sensor, just the electrical, probably didn’t help.
It’s been in a plastic bag in the car slowly heating up and cooling off as the days go on. I didn’t really realize how torturous that must be if that machine were real. I should get on that and do something with it. I’d like to recycle the rainbow wires somehow, they’re kinda pretty.