We bit the bullet today.
We had waited as long as we could, but we just couldn't wait any longer. If I had my way, I would have waited a few more weeks, but with G leaving for Las Vegas on Sunday, it needed to be done sooner rather than later.
So what am I talking about? What could possibly cause so much angst?
We turned on our furnace today.
For me, turning on the furnace is an act of giving in, a reluctant acknowledgment of the reality that summer is over and the warmer days of fall are quickly fading. While I will persist in wearing flip flops and capris well past an acceptable point, that's a decision I make for myself. The temperature of our house is something that affects me and my husband and on which I feel we should agree.
The past few days G has been cold, even after he put on a sweatshirt and long pants. I've been cold too, but I was willing to suffer a little bit in order to delay the inevitable.
Although I am sad that today was the first day of the winter heating season (and the accompanying horrendous heating bills) I am very thankful that our furnace came on without any problems.
Our furnace is only eight years old, but they don't make furnaces like they used to, so the life expectancy of a furnace now is somewhere in the 10-15 year range. The previous furnace was original to our home -- we figure it had to be over 33 years old when it finally breathed its last blast of lukewarm air. I would like to think that our current furnace will still be going strong when we finally leave this house for our retirement spot, but there are no guarantees.
Thankfully, our furnace started today and has run well all day. I pray that it will continue to warm our house safely, consistently, and trouble-free all winter (and early spring) long.
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