As of 7 am this morning, the furnace was not working. It was 45 degrees in our bedroom. It was snowing, with a forecast to snow all day long. Our plans for the day had already been canceled.
It’s now 11:30. The furnace guy fixed our furnace.
Aside: Have you ever heard the saying “It takes money to make money?” This was a good example of that. We inherited a service contract on our furnace from the previous owners, and renewed it this fall. Basically, we spend about $200 for a furnace service and what is basically like AAA insurance. They put us to the top of their service list and any standard repairs we need come free. Most years you don’t need anything. But then in the middle of a snowstorm when your furnace isn’t working you get a guy within 3 hours and he makes your furnace work — a $400 repair — and it doesn’t cost you a red cent. If we’d attempted to save money by not doing the service contract, or if we hadn’t been able to afford it, it would’ve cost us two years worth of contract fees to make the one repair.
Grey and I are sitting next to each other at our respective laptops. He’s playing a Wa Wa Wubbsy game (and actually doing an amazing job) and I’m, well, writing to you. Thane has finally gotten his hands back after being in a snowsuit for most of the morning and is happily chewing on the “teriyaki” hand. Sleeping Beauty is on in the background. I can’t decide whether I’m being appropriately mellow, or if I’m full of parenting fail.
But don’t you remember snow days when you could rot your brain on screens and read books cover to cover and were feted with junk food and hot chocolate? Childhood is too short. I regret nothing.
My Truant Pen 