It's been cold.
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bloodsong1Really, really cold. The kind of cold that doesn't just nip your nose, it grabs hold with all its teeth and BITES.
Over the last two days, my furnace has had an issue keeping up with the cold. Mama A was over yesterday and declared the thermostat batteries were low, so she bought new ones and installed them. She then proceeded to talk SNB's AND my ears off about how she had saved me $80 by buying batteries for the thermostat, because they were low, the light didn't come on, that's how she knew and SHE had to pay $80 when HER thermostat batteries died and see what she did for us?!
She called me later asking if the house had warmed up yet, thanks to the new batteries, and I had to tell her "no" because it HADN'T. It was still hovering around 57.
Now, those of you who know me outside of LJ know I have Renaud's Syndrome and my fingers and toes don't like anything colder then 60, so the recent teens have been, well, difficult. My house is old. It is drafty. I accept this.
Slightly annoyed by the repeated attempts for thanks, or whatever it was she wanted with the constant repeating of herself, I went and checked the vents. Only the big one in the kitchen and the living room were putting out what I considered "normal" amounts of air. The dining room and upstairs seemed a little choked.
"Hmm," says I. "I haven't changed the filter yet this season. I should do that. Or have SNB do it, he needs to learn about these things."
So when SNB called saying he was getting out early, I picked him up and explained my plan of changing the air filter, if we had a spare in the basement, and if not, to call one of the local companies I remember doing business with and see if we can get a tech out.
He went downstairs while I bathed the Cuteness. He rapped on the bathroom door and announced we had a spare filter and the old one was changed and boy was it bad.
"Huzzah!" says I.
Two hours later, the temp has risen to 59 and still climbing. I checked the vents and nodded at the increased air flow.
"If this keeps up, we won't need a tech!" I declared happily.
When I came home today, the house was back on normal working temps.
ROCK ON.
I feel a little bad about Mama A's battery buying, but at the same time I'm going to be just a teensy bit smug when I inform her it was the filter the whole time.
Over the last two days, my furnace has had an issue keeping up with the cold. Mama A was over yesterday and declared the thermostat batteries were low, so she bought new ones and installed them. She then proceeded to talk SNB's AND my ears off about how she had saved me $80 by buying batteries for the thermostat, because they were low, the light didn't come on, that's how she knew and SHE had to pay $80 when HER thermostat batteries died and see what she did for us?!
She called me later asking if the house had warmed up yet, thanks to the new batteries, and I had to tell her "no" because it HADN'T. It was still hovering around 57.
Now, those of you who know me outside of LJ know I have Renaud's Syndrome and my fingers and toes don't like anything colder then 60, so the recent teens have been, well, difficult. My house is old. It is drafty. I accept this.
Slightly annoyed by the repeated attempts for thanks, or whatever it was she wanted with the constant repeating of herself, I went and checked the vents. Only the big one in the kitchen and the living room were putting out what I considered "normal" amounts of air. The dining room and upstairs seemed a little choked.
"Hmm," says I. "I haven't changed the filter yet this season. I should do that. Or have SNB do it, he needs to learn about these things."
So when SNB called saying he was getting out early, I picked him up and explained my plan of changing the air filter, if we had a spare in the basement, and if not, to call one of the local companies I remember doing business with and see if we can get a tech out.
He went downstairs while I bathed the Cuteness. He rapped on the bathroom door and announced we had a spare filter and the old one was changed and boy was it bad.
"Huzzah!" says I.
Two hours later, the temp has risen to 59 and still climbing. I checked the vents and nodded at the increased air flow.
"If this keeps up, we won't need a tech!" I declared happily.
When I came home today, the house was back on normal working temps.
ROCK ON.
I feel a little bad about Mama A's battery buying, but at the same time I'm going to be just a teensy bit smug when I inform her it was the filter the whole time.
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Date: 2013-01-25 11:01 pm (UTC)