Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Chain of Events

It's funny how everything is connected, but the connections may not be made clear in the proper order. Case and point, our furnace.

Last week we started having problems with our furnace. We decided to wait and use the "rent someone elses hubby" service instead of paying for a repair guy. Ayron decided to try to tinker with it himself. He checked the attic, and roof, replaced the hot surface ignitor, and some other things. It still wasn't running right. So on Sunday J and K came over and J was able to fix the furnace. We left it running while we went to church. We came home and started not feeling well and getting sleeping, dizzy, icky all over. I then realized the furnace sounded funny. Ayron looked at it and then called J again to talk things over on the phone. In the mean time Ayron realized he never reconnected the chimney to the furnace to vent out through the roof. We reconnect the chimney and go on with our relaxing, yet our ickiness doesn't go away. It then hits us, CO! We stopped the furnace, turned off the gas, called the gas company, opened the windows and waited around outside. The guy came and sure enough, we had CO in the house. We aired it out until his little machine read 0 then went to bed. J and K came over again last night to look at our furnace again (I think I'm gonna name the furnace Oscar after Oscar the Grouch). When looking at the chimney (checking for leaks) J notices the chimney is blocked. He cleaned it out and a ton of fluff fell out. I could knit you a sheep, a black one, but still a sheep. After some more checking, chasing the dog with the vacuum, getting the dog off the table, and watching a funny squirt bottle fit between J and K, J was able to figure out a switch was going out. All of these things are connected, but in an odd way.

The switch was slowly dying, which is was caused our hot surface ignitor to go out, which caused Ayron to tinker with the furnace, with caused black fluff to fall into and clog the chimney, which didn't allow the CO to escape, which lead to a house of CO, which lead to us calling J again to come look at it, which lead to a pork dinner with a side of really thick and stiff mashed potatoes (I still can't figure out what went wrong with those).

It's funny how one little switch can cause so many problems.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

OK, waitaminit... your CO detector goes off when you *fart* but not when y'all are about to pass out from a houseful of CO? Did you check the batteries in the detector?