Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Silly Puppeh Friday, Wheelizens!
I was startled awake by some thunder about 4:00 this morning (we weren’t expecting any rain until tomorrow evening).
After saving our pennies, we had our entire HVAC system replaced yesterday. The techs were competent, professional and entertaining. But for a number of reasons, they were not able to install the furnace flue, which will be corrected today. (They did ensure it ignites properly and that the AC functions correctly.)
When I heard the thunder and rain, I freaked a little bit as I thought we had a gaping hole at the flue flashing. After climbing into the garage loft -- where the furnace, fan and one set of coils are located -was very pleased to see they’d left the final segment of the old flue and the flashing undisturbed.
Since I was already pretty awake, I put on some coffee and started my day a few hours earlier than planned. (Fuggit…it’s Friday.)
On the upside, Jim and I were asked to bid a huge tile repair project yesterday. (Same place in Simi we did 5 repairs a couple of weeks ago; they want numbers for 79 townhomes, each with multiple tile roof sections.)
Trying to sort-out an efficient way to bid it, which is mostly a good problem to have.
Yeah Fatwa and Brenda: new HVAC!
Happy Friday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa-the-flueless, and Sven!
Fatwa -- teh yay for the new HVAC and competent technicians!
A different crew just left here after installing the flue and flashing; they were excellent and personable, too.
So we’ve got heat just in time for a week-long cool streak which starts tonight and includes some sub-freezing nights; teh yay!
Fatwa’s packin’ teh heat!
Good timing. It pays to stay on top of those ZOG dues, eh?
Wasn’t such good timing when we had several consecutive days with lows in the teens and highs in the low thirties back in January
And no freakin’ heat except a convection heater in the bedroom and our fireplace. But we toughed it out so we could pay cash and get a nice discount for doing so.
It pays to stay on top of those ZOG dues, eh?
Resser-fresser hornswogglin’, sidewindin’, cracker-croaker ZOG bastards…I want my money, bitchez!