Came home tonight to a funny, gas-like odor in the house. Not good. Called the gas company and they dispatched some kid with a beeping, blinking box who, after 15 minutes, emerged from the basement and declared dead the Volkswagon-sized furnace down there. Cut to the chase: we have no heat in the house except for two large-ish electric space heaters. The plan is to see how it works tonight, get some estimates on a new furnace tomorrow, and see where this rabbit hole leads us.
The silver lining in this is that our gas bills should come down quite a bit since our now-dead furnace was about 50% efficient (so says Gas Man) and we will reclaim a large portion of our basement (now I can build that cock fighting ring I’ve always wanted). Getting the old beast out of there will be a chore but luckily I have a brother-in-law who is not only an expert in such things, but is willing to get it done for us. Good man, Rob.
Oh, and did I mention the mold we found upstairs? There’s nothing like buying an old house.
Was filled with the holiday spirit this weekend. Got nearly all of our shopping done Saturday night (Thanks in part to Mr. Castaldo. The boy is a wonder of nature – I placed an order and he found me on iChat about 2 minutes later and said he’d just packed the order and was walking out the door to ship it). Was up bright and early Sunday morning and Crash came over with his big ladder to help put up the lights. Got them icicle lights lining the front of the house. Looks nice, and not too cheesy. Picked up our tree with Crash in the a.m. and decorated it last night. Fa la la.
Happy holidays from us to you.