A new furnace. That’s what I need: a great big, new furnace. Even though it’s not really 92º yet. Right now it’s still early, so it’s only like 80º.
When I got up this morning and went out to get then paper, I had this really nostalgic flashback. It reminded me of Summer Camp. Specifically, it reminded me of the tents we got at summer camp. Old canvas tents that had been stored away for four months in a barn. Have you even set up an old canvas tent that was stored for four months in a barn at Summer Camp? That’s what it smells like outside today. Only with fewer Daddy Long-legs scurrying around in the corners. So there’s that. Plenty of mildew, but very few Daddy Long-legs scurrying around in the corners.
So here I sit, waiting for the Furnace Guys to show up. Mom already came by and picked up the boys. The Little Woman is long gone to work for the day. So it’s just me and the dogs, waiting on the Furnace Guys. They should be here sometime between 8:00 and 9:00. It’s about 8:45 now. So they should be here in the next hour or so. Maybe two hours. No more than three. Definitely no more than three hours, then the Furnace Guys show up to change out our old furnace with a bright shiney new one. With a whole wad of bright shiney new BTU’s. Lots and lots of them there BTU’s. Dozens of them, maybe hundreds. (Actually we get 80,000 BTU’s. I hope we don’t use them all up this Fall. I’m don’t know where to get replacement BTU’s. But I’m sure the Furnace Guys would know where to get new ones.)
Along with our bright, shiney new furnace with it’s scads of brand new BTU’s, we get a new A/C thingy. Two and a half tons of new A/C thingy. That should be enough, two and a half tons. I’m afraid if it was any bigger, it would squash the concrete porch the old A/C thingy is sitting on. It’s supposed to be two tons of A/C thingy, but if you bump it, it jiggles around, so I’m not thinking it’s REALLY two tons of anything. Unless it’s like two tons of helium, that would be all floaty, and that would jiggle around if you hit it.
You know what else would be all jiggly if you hit it even if you had two tons of it? Jell-O. Why you’d have two tons of Jell-O, I don’t know, but who am I to question you? And your freaky two tons of Jell-O. I wonder what you could suspend in two tons of wiggly, jiggly Jell-O… maybe a whole car.
So, here I am, waiting for the Furnace Guys. Updates as events warrant.
This weekend I taught Soupo how to play War. Just the card game, we’re not allowed to play with guns and stuff in the house. SOMEONE made up a Rule. Sheesh. Anyway, he’s just a natural at it. We had, like nine Wars, and he only lost two. He cleaned up at War. He almost made back the 50 bucks he lost at Go Fish.
-Rue.