Mystery wires

[roadrunnertwice]

Oh hey, here's ANOTHER entry from May that I forgot to post.

OK, so our house is pretty new (2006), and it has a very low level of what-the-fuckery. (Or in the words of the inspector, "no new technology was attempted.")

It's just that, with houses, the scale for what-the-fuckery STARTS at "oh my god" and goes up from there.

What we've been wrestling with lately are the Mystery Wires. There were a few classes of these, and it's taken a while to get to the bottom of it all. (It even involved picking a lock on an ominous metal box in the garage. We didn't pick the lock ourselves, we called Jessica.) As best I understand it right now, we've got:

• Outdoor landscape lighting
• Sprinkler timers
• Burglar alarm

None of this stuff actually works, btw! I don't think it's worked for a WHILE. And we certainly don't want it. (Well... sprinkler timers might be nice. Maybe. But landscape lighting is for when you want your house to look like a consular building, or something you need to break into in an Uncharted game.)

Ruth's dad helped disconnect the landscape lighting, and I tore up the cords and unscrewed the lamps from the cinderblocks. But then we found ANOTHER BRANCH of it, off a timer located in the garage. So, ugh.