Well, turns out that one of the space heaters I have just doesn't work and the other big one was doing sort of weird things with the electricity so I turned it off and the heater guy came and said we need a new heat exchanger and he ordered a new one and it will be here on Friday.
Luckily, it's supposed to start warming up today.
Oh. And the old heat exchanger was causing my unit to "blow dirty" and we all could have died from CO2 poisoning but we did not and I guess I should be thankful for this drafty old house and don't tell me that sleeping with a window cracked above my bed is a bad idea.
I'm off to town. Jessie and I are going to get our hair cut and then maybe lunch, who knows? and life goes on and it goes on and it's a beautiful day and my beets were delicious.
Love "blow dirty" seems like the theme of the day! A hair cut and lunch sounds like a perfect day. Thinking of you and little Owen.AND the chickens, they must be confused having had you elsewhere for those lovely beach days.ReplyDelete
I loved my big old drafty house for that reason. never had to worry about noxious gasses building up.ReplyDelete
Oh dear I am a bad bad person. I think blow dirty is the funniest thing I've read in awhile. I keep saying it in my head and laughing.ReplyDelete
Yeah, i stopped at "blow dirty" too. Definitely has possibilities.ReplyDelete