I was invited to my daughter’s for dinner last week.
I dressed in warmer clothing because she kept her house on the cool side to save on fuel costs for the furnace.
When I walked in, I thought I was going to suffocate. It was nearly eighty in the main house, and I was worried how warm it was going to be in the kitchen. She told her dad and I that the igniter switch was broken again. If they turned it off, it owuldn’t turn back on without the help of an HVAC technician, and she was broke. They left the igniter turned on, and suffered with the heat until the HVAC company could get her another igniter switch. My granddaughter got home from work, and the first thing she did was open windows. The windows she opened were right by the thermostat, and now the furnace was trying to make more heat. My daughter told her to use her brain and pointed to the thermostat. In the meantime, her husband was putting the window air conditioning unit in the kitchen. He said he couldn’t handle all the heat, and he needed cool air or he was going to throw up. After many apologies, she told my husband and I that she would understand if we left. I told her I liked the idea of not needing to cook, and my husband had just opened a beer. My husband wanted to work on the furnace, but she told him she was okay waiting for the new igniter switch. Hot or not, we still had a good time.