My Dad woke me out of a sound sleep last week.
She told me it was cold in the house, and she needed to have her furnace repaired. I never turned my Dad down when she had an emergency, and going without heat is an emergency. Dad had a lot of health complications, and I worried about letting them go without Heating and Air Conditioning for unquestionably long. I got my wifey up, and told her I was going to my parent’s beach house to repair their furnace. She was up and dressed before I was. She wanted to make sure they were okay, and she was going with me. When the people I was with and I got to the house, every light was on, and Dad was resting at the door waiting for me. When I got inside, it was frigid. She had her coat on over her robe and dad was sleeping on the sofa with a space oil furnace near him. After fifteen minutes, I knew the furnace could not be repaired. The two of us needed a current furnace for the house. My wifey was already packing their clothing to take with us and they would stay in the spare room until I could update their furnace. The two of us knew this could lead to frozen pipes, so I wrapped the pipes with heat tape and the people I was with and I headed out. It took nearly more than one weeks to get a furnace and have it installed. I would stop every evening after work to make sure everything was okay and make sure the pipes were okay, but by the time Dad and dad went home, the furnace was installed, and the beach house was more comfortable than it had been in a couple of years.