But this Winter has been kicking George’s and my respective butts in ways I thought were already long gone.
The temps have been so Arctic that pipes that were protected froze, and the semi-thaw yesterday broke a few of them. Can you say waterfalls? Yea, we had no sooner corrected one pipe than another split. So this morning, no water.
Then yesterday evening the floor furnace (which is less than one year old) decided to kick its proverbial bucket. The temperature gauge and the electronic pilot both blew out. After trying rather unsuccessfully for several hours to relight the blasted thing, a call was placed to our plumber, who diagnosed the problem and scheduled a time to fix it…..next week.
So, we are blowing our electric budget with space heaters. And the indoor temp isn’t even registering yet on our thermostat….yes, it is that cold in here. I know it is above 40 degrees, but highly doubt it is close to 50………….and outside it is 8. It’s going to be an unholy shock to get out there!
We, at least, can have our handy-dandy next-door neighbor fix the pipes…so we should be able to turn the water back on this afternoon. I may invest in a few more space heaters this afternoon too.
Last night I took the dogs and spent the night at Angie’s…my best buddy and the reason George and I moved to Enid. Thank goodness for friends. George stayed here at the house…he was concerned the house might decide to blow up next and was in combat mode to prevent it.
It’s time for me to take the grandchild to school now and I dread having to go outside to do so…but on a brighter note…….when I come back INSIDE it will feel a whole lot warmer than it really is in comparison. (yes, i do always look for the silver linings!)