Here where I live we had a very cool summer, but we (almost) made up for it with a three-week stretch of September that was sunnier, hotter and in every way nicer than any single day in August.
That changed suddenly a few days ago, and we’re now well below seasonal, with daytime temperatures that range from “brisk” to “chilly” and nighttime dips to very near the frost point.
This would all be well and good — I know that no matter how much I wish for something, it won’t be summer all year long — except I’m not ready for summer to end. You see, my furnace doesn’t work.
Oh, it worked off and on last winter. Every now and then I would have to go to the basement and tinker and swear to get it going, but the house was mostly warm.
Yesterday, though, I spent hours down there, ripping the furnace apart, trying to make heads or tails out of circuit diagrams that are printed in darkly inaccessible places and flashing LED codes that resolve to “flame – no call for heat” when there is very clearly no flame, and a definite call for heat.
I think I’m going to have to call a guy.
But, as I don an extra layer this morning, I’m trying to find the positive. And I found a couple:
Hot showers are better when the air is cold.
So is snuggling under a blanket with a warm girl.
Wrapping my hands around a mug of steaming coffee is a great way to start the day
And when I left my fridge door open for a long time this morning (orange juice apocalypse) I didn’t worry about it one bit. After all, the kitchen was just as cold as the inside of the fridge.
Maybe colder.
Yeah, I think I’m going to have to call that guy.
Grant Hamilton
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