In the early afternoon yesterday, I noticed there wasn't any flame in my pellet stove. I investigated - filled, knobs were still set and nothing jamming the lid. Nothing. The auger stopped feeding the stove the pellets.
With the temperatures dipping to the low -15° I was not a happy gal. I turned off the blower later, and tried again. Nothing. I even dug the pellets out to check for anything jamming it. Nothing.
I ran around the house turning on the wall electric heaters to keep things warm, but it was still cold. Did I mention it was cold?
Then I'm told snow, up to a possible 15 inches of it, is on our way this weekend. I'm ready to buy the next plane ticket to Florida. Anyone else ready to sip drinks by the poolside right now?
The temperature this morning was 10°F with a wind chill of -5°F. Not low enough to close school, but cold enough to freeze water pipes (thankfully they did not).
When Hubby got home from work, a few expletives came out of his mouth. He had worked overtime, and got home almost around 11:00pm at night. He took a look-see at the pellet stove. With no time to really take it apart, he left it as is. We have no idea why it quit working, other than things don't last forever.
The bad part about this is, that our electric bill will sky rocket if we don't fix the pellet stove. Time is a huge factor in self-sufficient repairs.
On a positive note, and with having to stay home with a sick kiddo, I spent the morning hours clearing off the kitchen desk/computer area - filing, tossing, dusting, and then enjoying it. I even came across some old short stories I wrote, one that was a completely detailed re-cap of a very bad day I had years ago. It made the day feel not so bad after all.
Writing will be much more peaceful, now that the clutter is gone. Speaking of clutter, I am buying my 20 year-old daughter a plastic tote for each article she edits for me. She is busy packing up her apartment, to get ready to head out for military training (in a few months).
The training has been very rough on the older two kids. I'm hearing stories that either make my jaw drop or cause me to laugh out loud. Either way, it's tough. My son is required to do 20 pull-ups for a perfect score. He's currently up to 13. And of course every mother feels her kid's anxiety. I do anyway.
My Aunt is in need of some cheering up, so I spent time last night crocheting her a key fob, or simply something pretty to attach to anything. I hope she likes her "surprise" mail.