Wednesday, December 31, 2014

A Cool New Year's Eve Night

Christmas presents that kept the boys occupied for days!

It's New Year's Eve around 6 p.m.  At this moment, I should be sitting at a cozy restaurant cuddling up to my husband and kids with good friends in tow.  Instead, I'm sitting at my computer bundled in about thirty layers.  The house is quiet and dark (and COLD).  Husband and kids went to the restaurant.  I am home alone.   

I'm sitting at the computer while a repairman fixes our heater.  Our heater went kaput (technical term) this afternoon, and left our home feeling like an igloo.  Even as I type, my fingers feel numb and my nose is dripping in the chill.  With temperatures predicted in the 10s, we thought heat might be important, and so we called for a repair.  And for those unfamiliar, repairman LOVE to come on New Year's Eve and certainly would NEVER think about charging a dime more than regular pay:)  

(Ok, that was a bit snarky.  As a wife of an ER doctor who works many a New Year's Eve...and other holidays, I realize how having a spouse working on a holiday really stinks.  Blessings to the wives, husbands, or families who were left alone this holiday night so we could have heat!)


The heating company gave us a 5 p.m. to midnight window for a repairman to show.  Since this isn't our first repairman rodeo, we expected our service call to arrive about, say 11:59 p.m. And so, we left dinner reservations in place.  And despite the chill, I pulled on skinny jeans and a sparkling top and readied myself for a delicious dinner with friends.

Right as we were pulling on winter coats and fastening gloves, the repairman called and announced he was on his way.  I instantly deemed this a history making service call.  And for the first time ever, I cursed the serviceman for his timely arrival.

What to do?

I sent my hubbie and kids off for an amazing dinner, and I bundled up and stayed put.  I invited myself to a personal pity party.  Reservation One.  My New Year's Eve plans were tattered.  Cue the sad violins.

The service man arrived on time.  Of course.  Currently, he's hacking away at our furnace.  He summed up the situation, and then offered advice like a doctor eyeing a patient inches away from death.

It looks bad, he murmured.

Furnaces your age don't have much more life, he sighed.  

Gradually, he prepared me for the mourning process.  Our furnace is elderly, and it may quite possibly have expired.  

Happy New Year's to us, I thought.

I wondered if a furnace death on New Year's Eve was akin to having rain on a wedding day.  Could it possibly be good luck to ring in the new year with a major expense or was this a sign (premonition of sorts) of bad things to come?

As I meditated on my (seemingly) bad luck, I jolted myself back to reality.  I thought about others who were experiencing a much more challenging New Year's Eve.  I thought about Kara Tippets, from the blog Mundane Faithfulness, a young mother who is currently in hospice dying from breast cancer.  I thought about my cousin's wife who is confined to a hospital room.  I thought about another one of my cousin's serving overseas in the military.

All of a sudden, the inner sad violin music shrieked to a halt.

I am truly blessed to have a New Year's Eve with loved ones (with whom I will join soon).

I am blessed to have heat (soon)...even at a cost.

I am blessed to have a terrific 2014 and the hope of a wonderful 2015.

Blessing to you as we embark on another year!

(Follow up: Furnace is dead.  RIP.  The repairman threw out a slew of technical jargon. What I understood was that our furnace was blazing hot and thanks to one little switch our house didn't burn down.  And so I will add, I am blessed to have a furnace with one little switch that prevented a house fire!)

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