Tuesday, December 24, 2019
Last Christmas Eve morning dawned very cold. My house was freezing, the heat pump had quit working. I managed to find an independent contractor who showed up on that penultimate day of Christmas and handled the job. Everything since has worked perfectly, except for yesterday, and again just before Christmas, when the same danged furnace quit working. I was aghast to find the main thermostat reading only 50-degrees!
Outside the new snow, and inside the cold, shattered my plan to work at Costco. It was difficult calling in to self-cancel from work, forcing a supervisor to search for a last-minute replacement–difficult task near a major holiday. My own immediate, equally difficult task was to seek an emergency fixer.
The fellow who last year installed my heat pump returned my call promptly, but he’s in the hospital! He referred me to Bend Heating. Next, while on the phone with BH, a kind and understanding scheduling person promised somehow to work me in on that very day.
In the past, having been needy during household emergencies, let me emphasize how wonderful and almost soothing is someone sounding kind and understanding. There are times when on-phone emergency schedulers seem almost dismissive, leaving dim hopes for timely help.
Yesterday, awaiting the furnace person, I bundled-up and parked myself beside a blazing pellet stove. That stove doesn’t broadcast much heat but after a couple of hours did manage to improve the main thermometer reading: Wow, 52-degrees!
Around Noon, Joe called, was on his way. He examined my system, at first not finding a problem, and to my dismay suggesting I might need to call an electrician. Suddenly, he ran across a set of burnt wires. “Might be the cause!” After he stripped and renewed those wires, the system rumbled into life. My furnace began creating heat.
We live in complex structures and try to maintain faith in their attributes, but always are troubled with underlying questions: What’s going on within these walls? And outside, are the gutters, still capable? And that eternal roof, somewhere is it secretly starting to leak?
Just “Keep the faith, baby!” That’s what we do.
Dear Friends: May your Winter Holidays be worry free and wonderful. Diana