It is May 2nd and it is cold. Every once and a while we get a warm spring day and people are giddy with spring fever. That was last week. Not this week.
This week temps are below normal. So it is only fitting…we have no heat in our house. Yesterday we found out that the heat exchangers on both of our gas furnaces are cracked. It was discovered during a regular maintenance check. The gas company turned off the gas to the furnaces so our house wouldn’t blow up. Pieces of Kat on the front walk would not be too attractive…little kids walking to the bus stop might be grossed out. Next week everything will be fixed and it will be 75 degrees…you can be sure.
So it is damn cold in here. The gas company felt sorry for us and offered us some space heaters. I turned them down. For some reason, when I think of a space heater, I automatically think of fire. Space heater = fire. You’ve seen the headlines in the newspaper: “Family would have been okay, if they never used that space heater.”
It is 52 degrees inside our house...and going down. We are dressed for the outside in the inside. Snowsuit and boots. PaulA came home from work today to see his babushka wife in a scarf. Duncandog is even trying to get warm. Sitting by the vents that usually stream hot air…wondering where did it go?
Sitting in our house is like sitting in our frig. Now I know how the hamburger feels. Damn chilly. I think I am going to risk it and call the gas people back and say “yes” to space heaters. We might have to live dangerously…but it appears we were doing that already.
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