You may recall that we are having trouble with our NEW HVAC system. The NEW HVAC system we got on Sept 9, 2025, at the cost of $8,500. Which was new out of the box, according to Farmer H. And should surely be working just fine after only four months of use!
As I type with my cold blue fingers on Sunday at 1:41 p.m., the temperature in the Mansion is 66 degrees! I am sure frostbite is imminent! I am wearing a shirt and two jackets. My portable heater is warming my legs under the kitchen table. Single digit temps coming again tonight, and also on Monday night. Supposedly Farmer H's buddy will be here on Monday to look at the heat pump. Although it will be the coldest day of the year, and is Martin Luther King Day to boot, with many businesses being closed. We'll see if he shows up.
You'd think that's bad enough, but it's NOT! Not for The Universe. Since Friday, I have not even been allowed the toasty comfort of T-Hoe! Oh, T-Hoe is running. I can drive to town. By the time I get past Mailbox Row, and down the first hill on the county blacktop road, I can turn on T-Hoe's heat.
Words cannot describe the glorious outpouring of HOT AIR from T-Hoe's vents! I have the heater set on 82 degrees. It's wonderful! I turn the fan up to five bars. That searing flow of hot air warms my fingers to the bone when I hold the steering wheel at 9:00 and 3:00. People who peer inside as I pass might think I'm just an old-lady white-knuckle driver. But no. There's a reason for my hand positions, and it's not safety.
T-Hoe also warms my feet. Sometimes to the point of making them sweat! I don't mind. It's been many, many years since I had the joy of T-Hoe's heated leather seats. Just one more thing Farmer H hasn't had fixed. But T-Hoe's heater makes up for them, once I get going.
Ahh, the drive to town puts me in a good mood. Roasting and toasting, anticipating my daily scratchers. My first stop is always the Gas Station Chicken Store. I hobble inside, chat with Fave, and brave the frigid winds back to my balmy refuge. That's where it all goes to NOT-HEAVEN!!!
When I restart T-Hoe, the heater is dead. DEAD! Nothing happening. No matter what I do! I turn up the fan. Turn down the fan. Raise the temp. Lower the temp. Turn off the ignition and restart. Nope. I drive to 10Box. Or the Liquor Store. Or Casey's. Or the post office. Nothing. Just riding around on cold leather seats with no heat. If I hold my hand up against the vent, I get a sense of warm air. Like LaCroix gives you a hint of some kind of flavor.
It's miserable, I tell you! I'm FREEZING my fingers and toes off. Until... until... I start home, and get almost to the prison, and the heater miraculously starts working again! Comes back on like it was just a prank. Heh, heh, gotcha! Whatever setting it's on, that heater and fan work just like it did before stopping. The radio still works. The lights on the panel are on the whole time. Unlike when the radio quits, and it all goes dark.
Of course Farmer H says that what I'm describing can't happen. That it must be doing something different. His heater in SilverRedO is fixed now, you know. But mine is a mystery that can never be solved. It would take replacing every item one by one. There's no telling what's wrong with it. He used to work on cars, you know. And he could take it apart piece by piece and replace everything, and that still might not solve it. And if he takes it to Mick the Mechanic while it's working, that will be useless. Because it has to be not-working at the time of diagnosis.
Yeah. That's what he tells me. With a smirk. Because I DON'T KNOW NOTHIN'!
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