Mary and Wesley, dancing to Steve Poltz:
Archive for February, 2010
So, we have had nothing but trouble with our boiler from the first winter we were in this house (three years–can you believe that?). We’ve had people out to fix one thing, then another, then the first thing again, and again….the flame sensor, the thermocoupling (whatever the hell a thermocoupling is), valves, wires, etc.
About four days ago it conked out again. We called our repair guy (who is very good) and he said, “I think it’s the flame sensor.” (AGAIN!)
He got a part for it, brought it over, and discovered it’s not the right variety (our boiler is too old). So he showed us what part of the boiler to bang on to get it to come on. Seriously. “Just give it a tap here…or a whack, if that’s what it takes.” He said he’d get the right part and call us back. Well, the hit-the-boiler-with-something-hard trick worked for a day and then it stopped.
Then he called back. Turns out they’re not making this part this way anymore; the one we have contains mercury and new ones don’t. So, the conversion kit is $700 + labor.
We decided, upon about six seconds of reflection, that no way in HELL are we dumping $800 into this boiler. So I guess we’re getting a new one. This, however, raises two questions:
* How long is it going to take to get a new one? Since we’re currently without heat and the house is 40 degrees, this is important.
* How exactly are they going to get the old one out and the new one in, given that the people who installed the old one then built a wall in front of it with a door for boiler access–a door that is smaller than the boiler itself? Only time will tell.
In the meantime, I went to the hardware store and got another space heater (the one Conor and I had been using has gotten too scary to use; the plug gets hot if you run it, which is not something we want to mess with). I brought it home, put the kids down for a nap (in their room, which has a space heater…THEY seem fine with the cold house), and tested out the new heater.
In a moment of abstraction, I used the wrong outlet–the one that, for some reason, is on the same circuit as 3/4 of the house. The circuit blew after 5 seconds. Shrieking ensued from the kids’ room (their light is on the same circuit too). So I ran to the basement, reset the circuit, moved the heater, soothed the kids (I may have bribed Mary with a jelly bean to get back in her bed…don’t tell anyone), and then collapsed, exhausted. I will not miss this boiler.
Snow is melting…we’re about to get more….and I haven’t posted the last pictures yet! Here are a few more pics from our snow.
Little Mary in the Big Snow.
Mary had to pause to take an important call.
Mary told Conor that she was cooking. From her cookbook.
Hmm. No pictures of Wesley in this post. This is at least partly because he hates snow. Hates it. That’s my boy.
One final pic: I asked Mary to pick ONE recipe from the Pioneer Woman’s cookbook to make this week. I put a marker in before the desserts and told her that she should pick something before that–a real food, not a dessert.
She then picked…cinnamon rolls.
They were really good, in an excessive, sweet, gooey kind of way. When they were gone, I found this:
Mary is getting so old! She just notified me (after drawing a “w”) that “w” stands for “wiggle,” “Wesley,” and “water.”
This is my favorite baby Mary video ever… I was just watching it and thought I’d post it for your enjoyment.
In the car, on the way into the city, with an interesting bottom-of-the-moon crescent moon:
Mary: I see the moon!
Me: You do?
Mary: Yes! It’s following us, Mama.
Me: Is it really? Is it on your side of the car?
Mary: Yep. It’s lying down.
Me: Huh. Yes, it is.
Mary: I think it’s tired, from following us this whole way.
Mary went back out to play in the snow…and she was so freaking cute I took about a hundred pictures.
Wesley did NOT want to go outside.
Wesley and Mary have watched lots of movies this week.
The second snow came. It snowed all night, obscuring our path from the house.
The next day–and still snowing: