So the furnace was inspected, however my furnace is too old to have half of the things they look for. It doesn't look to be about to blow up, the parts he looked at seem to work, and he said we ought to replace it soon. I'm not sure how much of that is actual warning and how much of that is "I work for a furnace company, we sell furnaces, want to buy one?" Though he later said, "Some people replace old furnaces just because they're old." He made sure we had a CO monitor--we do, I replaced the batteries yesterday--and called it good for now.
He hated the crawlspace. Apparently our furnace has to be a horizontal one because of the crawlspace. Should have asked him what model it is.
Edit: another reason to be thinking of moving.
That's why I had mine put in the attic.
I've been spending a few hours digging into the living room. God, I hate having to pass judgement on all the stuff Hubby accumulated. There's just so much junk. I need to use the 20/10 method, 20 minutes cleaning, ten minute break.
Right at 8:30, I hear a crash. Since Brian's dad had been working in the roof earlier (and let's face it, I'm a fucking neighborhood busybody) I immediately went to investigate. Back in the alley, some jackass fucking jumped on his dad's windshield and threw a brick through another neighbor's driver window. Called Brian, he was on his way home still, went over and knocked and alerted his dad. Both called the cops, who still aren't here.
Ahrg.
But I had a nice chat with his dad mad the other neighbors?
Ugh, sarameg. People.
I am early for the magic show (I don't know if I have ever been to a magic show before. I have very little idea what to expect) so I thought I'd come to Starbucks and use my gift card go get a fancy Clover coffee. Except I didn't bring my gift card. Got the fancy coffee anyway. Pretty tasty.
Everyone was pretty much consensed that the random destructive vandalism is almost more infuriating than actual damage with a motivation beyond destruction.
Ok, looks like cops finally here... Might need to talk to 'em.
SPN support group. I finished S1 without keeping you all up to speed, now I am on S2E13 and I am having woobie protection issues.
Good luck on the new car, Dana!
I had a hearing test today, in which I discovered that the surgery on my right ear gave me some sensitivity in the middle range--and I lost my hearing in the higher frequencies almost entirely. WTF.
The PT thinks my vestibular disorder is improving, yay.
And Dad is doing okay, despite having bought a new printer and a $7000 watch today. Seriously. I can't even.
Oh, that's such a good one, msbelle! Sam is so dear.
Whoa, Consuela. That's quite an impulse buy. And what the hell, with your hearing? Was it a stated risk?
