Monday, January 2, 2017

All's Well That Ends Well

The title of this post pretty much gives away the plot, so if you're pressed for time here's the summary: the house did not catch fire (but it very well could have) and for the first time in nearly a month I simultaneously have heat, normal electricity, and awesome water pressure.

Never again will I take those things for granted.

Shortly after I wrote my last post, whilst sitting up late watching television with Louis Cat, I noticed it was a mite chilly in the house again. (This was about 3 a.m. Thursday morning the 29th.) The furnace had stopped working again. Since it was a transformer the time before, and since the electricity was all wonky in the house, I decided to unplug everything in the house except the refrigerator. Everything. All the appliances both big and small, and every single thing plugged into an outlet anywhere in the house. I don't know if this really had any practical effect, but it made me slightly less fearful that we'd have an electrical fire.

Then I sat awake in the cold and dark wearing three layers of clothing and a stocking cap and waited for the plumber to show up. He didn't. Instead, he sent an electrician who works for him. That guy said "fuck" three times in the first ten minutes and then told me, "Call KCP&L [our electric company] and get em over here right away. You should have 120 coming in on both sides. Instead you've got 145 on one side and 106 on the other." I don't fully understand that, but I know it's bad and dangerous.

KCP&L just happened to be around the corner on something totally unrelated and the guy showed up five minutes later. He took the cover off the meter on the side of the house, fiddled with it for about 30 seconds, then said, "Go turn on something big in the house, like your washer." I did. It worked. Turns out the neutral was almost completely loose from whatever it's supposed to be attached to. This has nothing to do with the plumbers, because they were nowhere near the outside meter. "You're all fixed up now!" he told me.

Well, not quite. The furnace still wasn't working. The HVAC guy came out later that afternoon and replaced the transformer he'd just installed on Christmas Eve. When I left for work Thursday night, the cats were huddled together on a register purring.

I feel like purring, myself. Calamitous house fire avoided, electrical repairs free of charge, relatively inexpensive HVAC bill, furnace working, and better water pressure than I've ever had.