On Sunday night we experienced a blackout as a result of a lightning strike that hit a power line pole at the end of our street. Apparently the pole was on fire and created a bit of a headache for the PECO workers and the fire department. It was a hot, humid and sticky night too, so not exactly great sleeping weather without air conditioning. After a few restless hours I decided to sleep downstairs in the living room. After calling for outage updates a few times and trying to read, I finally fell asleep. The house was REALLY dark and so quiet. It always seems to odd how much buzz goes on inside with the power on. Without the power, it was almost too quiet for me to sleep. I woke up around 2 am to the smell of something cooking, like toast. I discovered that the power was back on in the house, as the kitchen was lit up from the lights I didn't turn off. Our gas range was not on, though, as it has a digital read out with the time on the unit. When I got closer to the oven, I could feel heat coming from it. After further investigation, I discovered that the oven was hot, like it had been cooking something, although it was now no longer functional. My fear of house fires kicked into high gear and I promptly freaked out. All I could figure was that the power surge from the blackout caused an error in the range and caused it to turn on and then die. I ran around the house trying to find the booklet that came with it, but I couldn't locate it. I turned off the gas to the range and tried to get online to look up the problem, but the internet was still not back up yet. I then went and woke up my husband who did his best to chill me out. At 3 am, we managed to pull the oven out from the wall and unplug it from the outlet. I tried to go to sleep, but ended up running downstairs every hour to check the oven to see if it was cooling off.
Monday morning I called the store we purchased the oven from (8 years ago) and asked if they also provided service. Lucky for me, they did. Today a repairman came out to investigate. I had already convinced myself that it was fried and we were going to have to shell out money for a new range. I even began researching what to buy! The repairman plugged the range back into the wall outlet and it worked. Apparently the motherboard in the range needed to be reset, like rebooting a computer. He was kind enough to tell me that I did the right thing and even apologized for having to charge me for the service call. To test it out, I baked low fat brownies this afternoon and chicken for dinner. It seems to be fine. Such drama, for nothing!
So, at least my oven is ok and not haunted by poltergeists, which was my other explanation for why it mysteriously turned on by itself. Happy Wednesday!