So here goes...

Wow, nice to know this city doesn't have a graffiti problem. Oh, wait...we DO have one.
Be nice to have someone come by and CLEAN IT UP, because leaving it there says a lot to those that put it there...like 'we can do more of this - no one cares'.
Other than that...it was "relatively" sedate around here (as one could hope for, given the people that inhabit the area).
Later that day, my wife rang up our aunt & uncle in Portland to wish them well, and see what was going on in Jay County, when our brand new cordless phone went dead. Now that wasn't normal by any means.
So, I went inside and found out we had a tripped circuit breaker. And knowing the way this house is wired (electrician's worse nightmare), the "outage" encompassed the entire north wall of the family room, as well as the back door light and the security flood on the garage. We would be in darkness, save for any street lights. Not a nice prospect.
After trying to reset it (and failing immediately - would not reset), I determined we had a dead short...somewhere. I took everything off of the circuit to see if any of them were the culprit...nope.
I even changed the floodlight bulb out, just in case...again, no dice. But I did find ONE thing weird; my NO TRESPASSING SIGN was AWOL, as in taken right off of the garage wall , never to be seen again!
And it happened while we were both AT HOME...(how f$cking BRAZEN is that?), and it must have happened about the same time the phone died and the "dead short" occurred. What a coincidence. Maybe someone damaged the flood socket?
So we had to call in an electrician (emergency call...gonna cost some $$$), and he couldn't make it until 1AM (so much for getting ANY sleep). Now let me preface this by saying that I've never been a fan of HIGH voltage, and that's not busting on the creator of alternating current: Nikola Tesla. I greatly admire the man, in fact.

I had a buddy who worked on A/C transformers (no...not THAT kind...the REAL ones), and there was one guy that touched the wrong thing on the job, took about 50K volts @15 amps, and was dead before he hit the floor. The AMPS are what will REALLY do you in (we're talking heart-stopping), but anything over 220v will more than wise one up as well (or kill as quickly).
And that will ruin ANYONE'S week REAL fast, trust me.
I did jury-rig a flood bulb into a trouble light for the interim, so we could have some illumination out back (neighborhood thieves LOVE a darkened house, trust me).
After the electrician came, he determined the problem as located in the garage, but thought the short was in an underground line that perhaps a mouse had bitten through (bad for the mouse, eh?), while I had reservations about that...too many "ifs" for me. I will say one thing...he was nothing if anything THOROUGH. I like that.
Anyway, he did get the back door light off the circuit and working, and he bypassed the garage lines. There was still power to the garage via a second line powering the doors, outlets and switches...only this ONE SPECIFIC area was dead.
So we at least had a back door light once again. But what to do about a flood light that was non-functioning?
It was off to Menards bright and early (the wife and I only got around 5 hours sleep...felt like the good old days of partying...lol) to get about 50ft of electrical cable, a new DUAL FLOOD light and some cover plates and other odd items.
Now all I had to do was get it working without having another electrician come to cost us another $150.
Simple...rrrrrriiiiight.
Enlisting the aid of Phil Marx (God knew what he was doing when he made this man...who likes pizza for lunch, btw...lol), we took down the old fixture on the garage and managed to run a new cable into the garage (using the old, dead line as a "pull string"), and get the new dual flood installed. Having Phil's HEIGHT and REACH helped to no small end.
I also placed a NEW sign with reads PRIVATE PROPERTY - KEEP OUT, and used a lot more staples to secure that in place of the missing former sign.
So, with all that done, the new time and sensor controlled dual flood was now installed. By the way, I didn't want the flood to come on ONLY when someone passed by...it'd be going on and off all damn night, and the timer resets after one day, so that was also pointless. I just wanted to turn it on AT DUSK and off AT DAWN.
The circuit board with the timer and motion sensor...GONE. I rewired the light (prior to installing it) to do a simple ON and OFF when I put power to it...and lo, and behold...it worked perfectly after my "modifications".
LET THERE BE LIGHT!
The only problem was WHERE to get the power from. I had several choices as far as outlets go, so I chose one nearest the door and after splicing a plug onto the cable, we now have a fully-functioning 300W (combined) security floodlight out back - TWICE the lumens (about 3300 - 1650 per bulb) to "dissuade" any would-be assholes that find our house so damn inviting.

She said: "I ran out of gas...what am I supposed to do"?
I said "Check the fuel gauge once in a while". (dumb ass)
Don't EVER give me any "blacktitude"...one of MY cardinal rules for human interaction. Trying to duel with me on the verbal level will be JUST like me shooting an unarmed person.

And that was only the 24 hours during the 4th and 5th.
Found out one thing...I sure as hell am not 30 years old any more. Doing that wire-rat gig, and helping the electrician (read running up and down the steps to throw the breakers over 40 times) got me my cardio workout for the bloody YEAR.
Functionally, everything does what it's supposed to. As to the aesthetics? Well, that's another "project" for another day. Like we used to say back in my STS days : "It ain't pretty...but it WORKS".
My wife and I did manage to salvage the rest of this "holiday" weekend.

I'd wager that most of you out there don't have to have this Sword of Damocles over YOUR heads...right?
Must be all the normal people you have in YOUR neighborhoods. Next time you see THEM, you might want to take that into consideration and thank your lucky stars you're bothered, vandalized, accosted, and disrespected by section 8 human refuse daily.
You know who I mean.
The black and white trash of the world that the city has seen fit to allow to dwell in one "specific" part of our city, to the detriment of anyone left in that area that still gives a damn.
But hey...it could be worse.
Just not by all that much.
And it's Monday...thank the maker!