My mother is a hardy soul. For those of you who have not been following along, her furnace gave a great sigh of despair and quit working...right in the middle of a long intense cold spell.
As a refresher here, the word "cold" is defined as 23 degrees below zero. That's cold, my friends!
Mom lives in a tidy little two bedroom home. She had it winterized a few years back with extra insulation in the attic, etc., which makes it economical to heat or cool. That extra insulation came in handy this past week when she had to heat with three stand-alone radiant heaters...one in the kitchen, one in the living room, one in a bedroom.
It was worrisome to me. This house is not new. That means the wiring is not new. Heating the house through that old wiring was worrisome to me. So I asked her if she wanted to come over to our house and stay until the furnace was fixed. No, she preferred staying at home. The heaters were keeping the house "almost" as warm as the furnace had done.
Last Thursday, on the third try, the correct part finally arrived. Mom was happy. I was happy. The repair guy was happy. I checked with her today and she says "all is well". Except that she's now a bit nervous...every time she senses the room cooling even slightly before the thermostat kicks in, she begins to wonder!
Stay warm, Mom!