The usual signs of winter are appearing again.
The pile of sunflower seeds under laundry that had fallen onto the basement floor. The acorns carefully stowed in back of the wood pile.
The pile of sunflower seeds under laundry that had fallen onto the basement floor. The acorns carefully stowed in back of the wood pile.
Last week, only a day after W. had returned from a fairly pricey oil change and tire alignment, his car's heater now not only refused to produce warm air, it had given up entirely. After much worry and many dire projections by him about the cost of a new unit, the arrival of twenty degree weather sent him back to Brad, our repair guy.
Our generously proportioned two car garage shelters our back-up generator, boxes that are sure to be handy some day, a cart full of wood for the fireplace, lawn chairs, gardening supplies, and cupboard upon cupboard of tools and more tools.
As a result, mine is the only car coddled enough to enjoy protection from the elements. W.'s car sits in the driveway through rain and snow and invasions.
As it turned out, there was good news and bad news. Rather than springing for a whole new heater, all he needed was the time to sit at our repair shop while Brad's guys laboriously pulled out acorns (their tiny brown hats previously removed) stored in the airbox, and handfuls of insulation that had been fluffed into beds in the cabin filter.
They also had to evict the past resident, but not before documenting his stay there.Brad not only has the best waiting room in a five-mile radius (Waiting Room Heaven), he also provides visual records of his work.
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