Our house was built in 1922. It seems like there's always something to fix. About 5:30 this morning we all heard this horrible noise coming from the basement. None of us knew exactly what it was, but one thing's for sure, when a noise like that comes from the general vacinity of the furnace, it's never a good sign. Baird took the day off work to address the problem: the motor that runs the hot water thru the pipes to warm up the house was shot.
Baird shut the water off to drain the pipes and get to the motor. As the house plummeted to 56 degrees and we had no running water, it felt like an indoor camping experience. Thank God for a working stovetop, oven, and hot tea!
The mess:
The metal:
The motor:
The man behind it all:
Around 2pm, the water was back on, the motor was running, and the house was back up to 60 degrees. Thanks, Baird, for being my favorite handyman!
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