Do you know what a thermocouple is?
Do you know how to light a pilot light?
Does that mean it stays on?
Yesterday was the coldest day in four years and, wouldn’t you know it, the day our furnace died.
My husband texted me while I was at work: “I just got up and it’s 56 degrees in the house.”
“That’s funny,” I texted back. “Everything was fine when I left.” (I leave EARLY. Coffee shop, remember?)
An hour later I get another text: “Pilot light won’t stay lit. Already late for work. Turning on space heaters.”
I spent the rest of my shift researching furnaces.
When I came home, one space heater was trained on the open sink cabinet (to keep the pipes from freezing) and one was happily spreading heat around the dining room. The house was actually still 56 degrees- a testament to old construction and new insulation. Thankfully, our dog is a lab/mastiff mix (mastador) whose roots go back to the coasts of Newfoundland and the battlefields of England. He hasn’t even noticed the colder temps.
I was in the basement for, like, three hours trying to fix/light the furnace. Nothing worked. By the time my husband was out of his litany of meetings, I was pretty upset. After all, with no internet at the house I had no way to research any more furnace stuff and with no car (he had the car) and -12 windchill outside (yes, that’s negative twelve) I was not walking to the library. My husband did a little research, made a few calls, and got a repairman to come this morning.
So last night I released myself from all reading/writing/editing duties! Instead, I snuggled in a blanket, slurping soup and munching grilled cheese, watching “The Taste” and alternating between drinking tea and hot chocolate. For bed, I bundled up in fuzzy socks, sweatpants, a long-sleeved shirt and a hooded sweatshirt (hood up!) under three blankets.
And you know what? It was kind of fun.