Bertha

Ahhh

Jan 232009

We’re now the proud, if somewhat unanticipated, owners of a new furnace/air conditioner. We had to sell a few organs (don’t worry, it wasn’t anyone we know) but the HVAC company was able to cart one out here and get it installed today.

The sales rep who talked to us neglected to tell the service guys that our old furnace was mounted on three-foot-high stilts. They started their day manhandling our 600+ lb. furnace off its perch. Then they had to get the new one mounted. (Now you know where the organs came from. Some of them were slightly ruptured.)

It’s been a long, chilly day, but the temperature in our house has now passed 60°F for the first time in two days. I’ve been bugging the Alpha Geek to crank it up to 80.

Brrrr

Geek Wannabe, General 2 Responses »

Jan 232009

Furnace went tits-up last night. Woke up this morning, cold air was blowing out of the vents. Fucking cold in the house.

Service tech came out to have a look. We’ve got a hole in our heat exchanger. Might be able to get a new one from Trane in a few weeks. Probably have to get a new furnace. Fuckity fuck fuck.

Another tech coming out tomorrow morning to discuss our options with us. For tonight we’re bundling up. I tell myself that mankind survived for thousands of years without central heating.

I hate being cold.

Extra Chauffeur Duty

Breeder's Corner, Geek Wannabe, General Comments Off

Jan 132009

Yesterday the Director forgot to bring his coat home from school. This morning, the temperature was two degrees above freezing, and he asked me to drive him to school so he wouldn’t have to stand at the bus stop in his light denim jacket.

I muttered and grumbled, mostly because I’m not a morning person—at that hour of the day you could ask me if I wanted to help oil up John Barrowman and I’d mutter and grumble about it. But I grabbed my coat and my keys, gave the kid a hug and reminded him that Mom is grouchy in the morning and my muttering wasn’t his fault, and drove him off to school.

I came home, took off my coat, and went back to bed. (Last night was the first time since we all caught the creeping crud that I’ve been able to sleep reasonably well.) I was just dozing off when I heard the Artist cough. The Artist, who was supposed to be on the bus to school by now.

I got up and shuffled into the hall; there he was in the living room. “What are you doing here?”

“Bus never came.”

“Weird. Well, grab your stuff.” Once more I donned my coat and drove a kid to school.

In about half an hour I’ll be going to pick up the Director from school; he likes to get a ride home in the afternoons so he doesn’t have to face the noisy school bus. A couple hours after that, I’ll be picking up the Artist from swim practice.

Sometimes it feels like my main use to this family is my driver’s license.

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