My Guardian Angel Lives in My Smoke Detector

I have decided to participate in the National Blog Post Month for November.  That means I am going to be posting each day in November.

My November 15, 2013 entry for NaBloPoMo is a little late.  That means I have to double up today, right?   You can do that can't you?  I'm pretty sure I didn't sign a contract or an agreement.  At least I don't think I did.  I know that I am pretty lax about those agreement things that pop up when you are signing up for stuff.  I never read them because I just want to get on with it. 

If I would have complied with my no-contract contract or my "oops I probably unknowingly signed it" non-agreement, my post, (I know, I know it should have been submitted yesterday) would have had words and photos.  For real. 

Anyway back to November 15, 2013
Photos looking out  from the front of my house.
It's about four something in the evening. 

 The sun looks like a fireball crashing into the trees in this one.

Lou's Electric's electricians, Chris and Matt had to come out again today.  This is the third time in almost as many days.  Originally we called them to replace our smoke detectors.  Since we were paying for the whole hour, and since they finished installing the smokes in half that time, Ross asked them to check out a few other things.  We have been having an issue with our kitchen lights.  They would only work properly sporadically.
So Chris or Matt found a "bad" outlet.  He/they told us the wires had come loose.  So they tightened the wires.  They suggested that outlets that we use to plug our vacuums in get the most abuse because most people tend to yank the cord out of the outlet.
When they left the lights worked.
The next morning, I went to turn the lights on, no lights.
When they came yesterday they decided to check out another outlet and found this:

Pretty scary, huh?  So was it fortuitous that our smoke detectors were non-stop chirping and that we therefore absolutely had to call Lou's Electric?  Or was it someone else, an intervention of perhaps the guardian angel sort, looking out for us, making sure we would be safe?

So onward and upward.  I am getting back on the NaBloPoMo wagon and riding it til the end.

OO-RAH!