Mood: hungry
I rushed home last night so that I could change, walk Potter and get to my doctor’s appointment on time. If I missed this appointment I would have to wait till April. The appointment itself was quick but I had to wait 2 hours to get my prescription filled. I got home around 8PM and noticed that the house was a tad chilly. I went to increase the thermostat when I saw that it was set to 70 but read 63. I turned off the system and turned it back on but nothing happened. My heart sank. My HVAC repair guy is in Iraq, what the hell was I going to do?
I crawled up in the attic and looked at the big metal box in the middle of the room. After searching for a few minutes I found the pilot light and noticed it wasn’t lit. I also didn’t smell any gas coming out. Not wanting to mess with something I knew nothing about (my luck I would blow up the house) I called the gas company to see what they had to say. They had a man come and check to make sure the gas was indeed on. It was so he gave me the number of a guy he knows that might be able to help me. He was a really sweet Hispanic guy with a strange name I can’t remember. He worked on it for two hours and said that unfortunately he would need a part to fix it and he couldn’t get it till morning. The temps were suppose to dip into the 20’s last night so I moved all the animals into my room and set up a space heater I bought from Target just incase something like this happened.
The guy was supposed to call me this morning at work to let me know when he got to the house so that I could come and let him in. I haven’t heard from him yet. I am starting to get a little worried. I don’t want to have to go another night without heat.
Lennie called this morning and I told him the situation. I contemplated whether I should tell him about the heat becasue I knew he would worry but I had gotten on him for not telling me and his family things so I went ahead and told him. He feels helpless that he isn’t here to take care of it but I tried to reassure him that I was handling it and it would all be fixed…I hope.
Don’t have major plans for this weekend. It is suppose to be back up in the upper 60’s this weekend so it is likely I will spend a lot of time at the dog park with Potter. All I really want to do though is stay in my pj’s and lay on the couch. I have such bad cramps that I just want to curl up in a little ball and cry. I forgot to take my Midol this morning. *sigh*
***UPDATE Well the guy called and I went over to let him in. He was there 30 miutes and had it fixed. I did have to laugh though because for some reason Fenwick the cat decided he wasn't going to like the repair man today (he got along great with him yesterday). Fenwick hide under the kitchen table and growled and hissed at the poor man in the next room. At point point I noticed it got very queit. Then I hear this "Mrs. Thomson?" from the attic. Fenwick had moved to the bottom of the ladder and the repair guy was afraid to come down. Made me giggle that a gorwn man was afriad of my little kitty. Fenwick is much more of a guard dog and Potter is. Potter wanted to play and have the man pet him all day. Spolied puppy!!!!
Updated: Thursday, 28 February 2008 1:07 PM EST
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