For two weeks, in this bitter cold, my downstairs furnace is spewing and turning on and off every three seconds. Gloria, who cleans for me, told me Tuesday to get something done about it. She said that she counted the times it turned on and it was 18 times in 23 minutes. I called Gary Peters who services my furnace and he asked me if I had heat and I said yes. I could tell he did not think this was a serious matter when people were living in cold but he came. I explained what was happening and he gave me the "old lady" look -- like, "you shouldn't be living alone" deal!
Then he checked it...didn't even take his coat off--and said, "This is real strange". And then he got into it with both hands and thermostat. And I waited quietly...although that frigging furnace turning on had me on wit's end. Later, much later, he muttered something about the fact that it was fixed, he didnt understand why my heat continued to stay at level, and that there was a dissonance between the burners and the boilers and one was refusing to play its assigned role.
All I know, at this point, is that all sides have taken up their assigned roles and I can rest without constantly hearing the furnace turn on. Thanks, Gary, for helping this happen! I had to liken it to other situations in my life where people did not take the role I assigned them and it kept coming back to me just so the furnace could keep generating some kind of life.
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