Oh, goody, the furnace is out
Dec. 15th, 2008 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanEdited to Add: Furnace technician has come and gone. As David suspected, the pilot was out. Luckily for such pride as I possess, the ignition assembly needed to be disassembled and cleaned anyway, and they did not charge us their emergency fee. The technician also said that we really, really ought to replace the boiler. Well, in an ideal world, we probably would do so. Thanks for all the wishes of warmth; they have all been granted. I have yet to alter my apparel other than unsnapping the down vest, but that will come.
It's the coldest day of the season, with a vengeance. I think the high temperature is supposed to be 4 F. I got up at 11, which is late for me, but I think I kept not getting up because it was cold. It's a pity my waking mind didn't engage itself, because I could have called the furnace place sooner.
The furnace technician is coming between two and six. I sure hope it's closer to two. I'm not sure what could be amiss with the furnace. It's a gravity hot-water system. The thermocouple went last year and was replaced. It has a new used pressure tank, so I guess something could be amiss with that. I sincerely hope not. It might be the thermostat, I guess. I just hope this isn't the moment when it becomes obvious that we must have a new furnace.
It might even be that the pilot light went out, but I do not mess with natural gas, personally, and it's too cold to wait for a non-professional who does.
So I'm sitting in my office, a slightly leaky sunroom, and I'm wearing two sweaters, a down vest, leggings, oversized jeans, two pairs of socks, my thinsulate-lined boots, and my hat. Lydy has a space heater somewhere, but she's off at class.
The downstairs furnace, which is usually the one that goes wrong, is heating away, so I was able to warm up after shovelling snow and filling the bird-feeders. A sensible person would just take her laptop into the living room, but that is not my work space and I would just fool around on the computer. Which, it seems, I am doing anyway. Hmmmm.
Hope you guys are warmer than I am.
Pamela
It's the coldest day of the season, with a vengeance. I think the high temperature is supposed to be 4 F. I got up at 11, which is late for me, but I think I kept not getting up because it was cold. It's a pity my waking mind didn't engage itself, because I could have called the furnace place sooner.
The furnace technician is coming between two and six. I sure hope it's closer to two. I'm not sure what could be amiss with the furnace. It's a gravity hot-water system. The thermocouple went last year and was replaced. It has a new used pressure tank, so I guess something could be amiss with that. I sincerely hope not. It might be the thermostat, I guess. I just hope this isn't the moment when it becomes obvious that we must have a new furnace.
It might even be that the pilot light went out, but I do not mess with natural gas, personally, and it's too cold to wait for a non-professional who does.
So I'm sitting in my office, a slightly leaky sunroom, and I'm wearing two sweaters, a down vest, leggings, oversized jeans, two pairs of socks, my thinsulate-lined boots, and my hat. Lydy has a space heater somewhere, but she's off at class.
The downstairs furnace, which is usually the one that goes wrong, is heating away, so I was able to warm up after shovelling snow and filling the bird-feeders. A sensible person would just take her laptop into the living room, but that is not my work space and I would just fool around on the computer. Which, it seems, I am doing anyway. Hmmmm.
Hope you guys are warmer than I am.
Pamela
