Well, I finally have my new furnace installed. Since I bought the house five years ago, I knew that I needed to replace it. It was original to the house, and the house was built in 1953! I kept wishing and praying that it would hold out, while I set aside money for its replacement; and as I did other work around the house.
For the last two years, I had some of that money set aside which was left over from other projects (new siding, new windows and gutters); but I ended up using that money for other things. Such is life.
After returning from my trip last Monday evening, there was a chill in the house. I turned on the furnace and went to bed. Tuesday morning with the running around I had to do before going to work, I didn't really pay attention to the fact that the house hadn't seemed to have warmed up. Just got up, got myself together and left the house. When I got home Tuesday night however; that was a different story. As I was sitting on my sofa, I felt air; neither hot nor cold at my feet. It was only at that point that it "registered" with me that something was wrong.
I knew enough to think that maybe the pilot light was not lite; but, I couldn't figure out which panel I would have to remove in order to gain access to it. So, I just set up my space heater in my bedroom and went to bed. In the morning, I called my brother who came out to take a look at things and sure enough, the pilot light was not lit. Worse still, it would not light! It was dead. I just knew it. I had someone come check it out and confirm it.
I am grateful that this happened before we had a deep freeze because my pipes could have frozen and I would have had to deal with that. As it is, I just had to deal with how to pay for it; but I eventually got that taken care of. Yesterday, it was intalled. Unfortunately, during the process, an assistant put a hole in my bedroom ceiling as he was up in the attic installing PVC piping to vent the new furnace.
That's not the worst of it. If I only had regular insulation, the situation would not have been bad. However, I have well over 12 inches of blown in insulation. So, as you can imagine it is an absolute mess in there and I was frustrated in my efforts to clean it up. In all fairness to the contractor, he was prepared to clean it up and certainly, he is going to have the hole taken care of.
But, I had been sorting dirty clothes to wash and had the closet doors open and some of the drawers open in my dresser as I was putting clean clothes away. So there was no way I was going to have them in my room and try to clean up, as I had a basket of undergarments which needed to be washed. Initially, I started to use my shop vac to clean it up, but it got clogged. I was so frustrated that I just closed the door and slept on my sofa. My plan is to clean it up today. Ergh!
Here are some pictures showing the hole in the ceiling, the mess on my floor and in the open suitcase, my jewelry box and in my closet.