Today was one of those days that you were glad when it was over. Our furnace went out Sunday evening at 10 PM and due to the supply guy first giving my brother-in-law the wrong part and then having to order the right one, it didn’t get fixed until 4 PM this afternoon. It got down to 25 and was breezy the first night, but not QUITE as cold and breezy the second. We managed to get by burning the oven and running a small electric heater in the TV room. We dug the kerosene heater out of the far corner of the attic, where my wife had it hidden with several years of seasonal decorations, but we decided not to buy any fuel. Now I won’t be trying to figure out what to do with five gallons of stale fuel next summer. All told, it cost $220 to get our old furnace running again. My BIL says we could have a new one for $400. Hmm!
I went down to the DHHR to get some forms for help on utilities from them and the companies themselves. We’re $12 a month too “rich” to get any help from the DHHR, but the woman encouraged me to go ahead and fill the ones out with the companies and send them in. If they go by the same criteria, though, it will be wasted effort. I suspect that $12 is what caused me to lose my Medicaid this past summer.
After my brother-in-law left this afternoon, I went to Kroger’s to pick up some Digoxin, just to have on hand (since I’ve quit taking it). However, they charged me $14 last time instead of the $4 they had before (by matching Walmart), so I asked them to check Walmart and match it if it was cheaper. The lady said that med wasn’t listed on their site at the time, though, so I told her just to keep it. I picked Mom up a pumpkin pie she’d asked for while I was there and it was the last one.
We then went to Arby’s (the third slowest restaurant in town) to use a coupon and get three sandwiches (one for each of us and one for the pooch). The coupon was 2 for $4, but they wouldn’t give the third sandwich for $2 like they have in the past (different manager); he wanted me to buy four sandwiches to get the discount on all. I told him no thanks and drove off.
We then went to the second slowest restaurant in town (Taco Bell) and ordered a beef burrito for the two of us (we’d picked up a McD’s double cheese plain for the pooch). The burritos had plenty of “bread,” but were lacking in filling. Trying to keep them somewhat upright as we ate them was a task. They were the flippiest, floppiest burritos we’d ever eaten. Just in case you’re wondering, the absolute SLOWEST restaurant in town is Hardee’s, home of SLOOOOOW food.
I took the missus on a short drive up past Chinamart and the mall and back, just to keep her out of the house a little longer, even though it was growing dark. As we came back through town, I flashed my lights at a lady who didn’t have her lights on, but she was so busy talking on her phone, she didn’t even notice.