Saturday, January 19, 2019

Stormlog: Day 1

I woke up this morning inside my backpacking mummy bag with Friday and Gibson curled up all around me. The house was chilly but not what I consider cold. While slowly starting to wake up I heard the furnace (how I heat my water) turn on and expected to hear the light snap the fire and the roar of that old basement beast. Instead it clicked right off. I turned over deeper into my sleeping bag mumbling... "Not now.... tiny angry gods, please not now..."

I did my usual routine when this happens (usually when fuel is low or weather changes dramatically) I turned off the furnace and the breaker to it and let it grow cold. I went out and got a few gallons of heating oil and dumped it in, then restarted the furnace and bled the line. To my absolute glee it restarted just fine! It's as good a feeling as mowing a lawn or changing the oil in your own truck - one tiny machine task I understand and can deal with myself. Felt really good - and the water stays hot!

The storm hits here in just a few hours. And I am proud to say that I am as prepared as possible. I even ran out this morning for more hay and feed as well. I have a chicken defrosted in the fridge to throw in the oven so that when this storm falls in earnest at least the house will have roasting beast and enough for leftovers if the power goes out. I'll keep updating you as the storm progresses long as the power stays on. Right now we're at the beginning and there's hot water coming from my tap so that's encouraging!