I have a one bedroomed house. With a single main room downstairs. Tiny rooms at that. Colloquially known as a 'one up one down'. It's also a 'back to back'. There's no back door. The back of my house is the back of another house facing in the opposite direction. I am surrounded (as in share walls with) on three sides by neighbours.




And my puppy has recently discovered the unparralleled joys of a fucking good bark.

Update, ha ha no I don't have heat. Rebooting the furnace doesn't work any longer, and now I must call for service. Meanwhile, the space heater and the computer beat a 15A circuit. And it can pleasantly wait until tomorrow, because tomorrow it'll be 65 degrees F.

It will take a little while to learn the idiosyncrasies of the new (old) place. You're kinda like Pearl, checking stuff out, except you probably use your nose less. ;)

maybe don't pee on every damn thing either

When you push the reset button on the burner, does it try to start... like make all the clicks and whirrs but shuts down in less than a minute without firing?

Yes exactly

You have fuel?

You may just need to bleed the fuel line. There is a little chrome bolt with a nipple somewhere.

Yep over 1/2 a tank. I did see a Youtuber on bleeding the line. I will give that a try first, that seems simple enough. (And yet they won't tell anyone to try it because it's fuel and 1 out of 100 will kill themselves.)

I must say I was very satisfied with the heat while it was on. It was hot.

If you haven't had a pro come out and service it, you should really do that. I always did it once a year. they need to clean the burner, and the chimney. If you have blockage in your exhaust, you could kill/injure yourself with the carbon monoxide. A service call should cost around $100. Wingard Oil was my local company in Elverson 610-286.5300 Tom is a nice guy. Sam was a good honest tech.

maybe give them a try if you don't have someone you trust near by.

Yes, get a CO detector. Probably saved my life in my finished basement in my house years ago.

And Sam's experiences are proof positive of the potential consequences of a slow non-lethal dose.

"There was a mouse here in 1942. Yeah, a mouse. And a cat. Smells like the cat got the mouse. Over here I smell a possum, 1954 vintage, by the bouquet. I love possum, I wonder where it went. Imma pretend I have to pee, when I get outside Imma hunt possum. Or maybe squirrel."

that's the good kind!

Brilliant! And accurate, too :)

Sent by thought transference.