I’d like a new hot water heater for Christmas. I know that’s a strange request, but ours just up and died. Will it fit in your sleigh?
Seriously though, we picked my sister and her husband up last night from the train station after they had been delayed by Amtrak for over four hours in the big train snafu at Penn Station. There was a strange odor in the house but only just. I happened to go downstairs to get the festive Christmas headgear for the dogs (silly antlers and such) and the minute I opened the door to the basement I could smell something electrical burning. When I turned on the light there was a pall of smoke hanging around the ceiling! Yikes! I yelled for Rick and we turned on all the lights to find the problem. He immediately checked out the furnace which was okay, then the hot water heater. Blackened marks around its panel told the grim story of a hot water heater that had fried itself. Too scary! As I type at 7:52 a.m. this morning, the plumber is installing a new one.
My poor sister and brother-in-law couldn’t even take a shower! Things happen at the most inconvenient times. Well, at least it happened last night and not tonight, Christmas Eve. Imagine the plumber coming on Christmas Day because you don’t have any hot water!
I hope all of you out there reading this have a very Merry Christmas! I hope Santa brings you what you asked for, even if it’s as banal as a new hot water heater!
P.S. Yes, that is me in the photo with Santa!
Posted by Lynne on 12/24/2009 at 05:45 AM
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