Day Forty

**Warning:  Though I've been pretty good about keeping a positive spin on most of my posts, today's gets a little snarky.  Just a heads up!**

The furnace is finally fixed.  FINALLY!  Twenty days after it started leaking from a fitting.  I've been nagging the contractor for nineteen of those twenty and nothing came of it.  

I don't know if you're familiar with the climate of upstate New York, but this time of the year it starts to get cold.  Like ice on my windsheild cold (like this morning).  So not having heat has not made me happy.  Yesterday was a full long-sleeve and sweatshirt, long pants, and socks kind of day outside and inside of my house, if you catch my drift. 

We had heard something about the guys being here today, including the head contractor, so we decided to give them the benefit of the (incredibly large) doubt, and see if it got taken care of today.  It didn't.  

I called the contractor, ranted a little, and he said that he'd take care of it.  I asked specifically "when".   He called me back within minutes, telling me someone would be there in an hour.  I called the husband to tell him and found out that he made his own calls.  I called back the contractor and cancelled his guy.  

We have a plumber in the circle of friends and family.  Let's call him Big Plumba D (not his real name, yet).  Big Plumba D was here before the contractors guy could have gotten here, saw the problem, replaced a gasket, and went on his way.  Ten minutes, tops.  He is our hero.    

The husband had made this decision because he didn't want someone over compensating for something small.  I can't blame him; every part of this project has spiraled out of control.  The last thing we needed was another non-familiar person coming in and blowing the job out of proportion.  His fear was that our contractor's plumber would start cutting out pieces and putting in new ones.  It was a gasket.  It's totally fixed now thanks to Big Plumba D.  And it didn't turn into a huge mess or huge dollar signs.  

I froze my toes for a gasket.  I've waiting twenty days for a ten minute fix.  I'm having a very difficult time not feeling a little irritated.  But, really, a gasket?  

That "T" that hooks into the spigot, that's the joined