New Furnace

(not really our furnace, but similar)

When we got home from church on Sunday, I was already cold, because it was a damp and cold day outside.  I was looking forward to our warm house.  As soon as I entered, I could tell that the house was not warm.  The inside temperature read 58 degrees, and dropping.  It appeared that our furnace had died.

Given that it was going down to zero that night, we felt we had no choice but to call an emergency furnace service, one we had used before, which was out of the Tully area.  The service man quoted a most outrageous price, and we agreed.

I started putting on layer after layer, not something I usually have to do.  Gerry, the skier,  is the expert in layers.  We turned the oven on low and left the door open.  I turned on a small electrical  heater we have on hand.  No matter what I did, I could not get my feet warm.  They had already been cold all morning, and now I could not get them to warm up at all.  I got the bright idea that I would put my two pair of socks in the oven to warm them up, and then put the socks back on.   Soon, there was the smell of something burning.  My socks, obviously made out of some fake acrylic, melted.  {My fireman son-in-law was not pleased to hear this stupidity, according to my daughter}.  I do suppose it could have been worse.

The service man came out on Sunday and did manage to get the furnace going again, and reported that both heat exchangers were cracked and we would need another furnace.  His bill for that service call was about the equivalent of the gross national product of a small country.

Today we had a new furnace installed---different company.  These folks were great!  We really appreciated them, and will be doing our business with them from now on. We have a programmable thermostat.  That will work just fine until it comes to regulating the air conditioner,  about which we have very different opinions and needs.

I was telling a friend about my cold feet and melting my socks.  She suggested that I probably could get some foot warmers at Wal-Mart.

The funny thing about that is,  Gerry has a whole box of those downstairs.  Too bad I didn't think of that myself!