Round 3
I waited all day for the UPS guy to show up, and about five he finally did. I collected up my tinker toys and my furnace parts and proceeded to the basement. They're installed, but not without incident.
I own an air driven angle drill. And a compressor. They live in the garage. Or did. They're now taking up space in the basement, mostly because I'm too tired to move them to the garage. I needed the angle drill to put new mount holes in the furnace for the new blower motor, which works just fine. Unfortunately, it's a temporary fix. I think it's time for a new furnace. It'll make it the rest of the season, but in the spring and summer, I need to save up what little money I can to replace it.
Because I needed the angle drill, I went to the garage to get the compressor and wheel it downstairs. As Miss June and I rounded the corner of the house, we heard this unbelievably loud mewing coming from under one of our bushes. It was a tiny black kitten. It's not feral. It didn't run and let me pick it up. It's scared to death. I'm no fan of cats, per-se, but I'm not about to let one freeze to death or starve to death. Miss June is tending to it now.
That's how my day went. Circumstances from the UPS guy to needing the angle drill led me to find the pussycat. I had a similar thing happen Wednesday night that involved a seven hour road trip and being delayed by a snowstorm to see the person I saw a year ago on that day.
As I was finishing up the repair on the furnace, I happened to glance over at the shelves that hold some of our junk and noticed a little metal pail. We have five or six of these and they have various names on them. The one downstairs that caught my eye said:
Logan.
I'm having that kind of a day.
I own an air driven angle drill. And a compressor. They live in the garage. Or did. They're now taking up space in the basement, mostly because I'm too tired to move them to the garage. I needed the angle drill to put new mount holes in the furnace for the new blower motor, which works just fine. Unfortunately, it's a temporary fix. I think it's time for a new furnace. It'll make it the rest of the season, but in the spring and summer, I need to save up what little money I can to replace it.
Because I needed the angle drill, I went to the garage to get the compressor and wheel it downstairs. As Miss June and I rounded the corner of the house, we heard this unbelievably loud mewing coming from under one of our bushes. It was a tiny black kitten. It's not feral. It didn't run and let me pick it up. It's scared to death. I'm no fan of cats, per-se, but I'm not about to let one freeze to death or starve to death. Miss June is tending to it now.
That's how my day went. Circumstances from the UPS guy to needing the angle drill led me to find the pussycat. I had a similar thing happen Wednesday night that involved a seven hour road trip and being delayed by a snowstorm to see the person I saw a year ago on that day.
As I was finishing up the repair on the furnace, I happened to glance over at the shelves that hold some of our junk and noticed a little metal pail. We have five or six of these and they have various names on them. The one downstairs that caught my eye said:
Logan.
I'm having that kind of a day.
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