Each Friday, at least for the foreseeable future, I will be sharing a blog post from the past. These will be posts from other places that I have retained the rights once again, or from this blog. I hope you enjoy these entries. I know they are ones that have made me smile.
This post was originally published on October 2, 2014.
I have a strong love/hate relationship with our hot water. When we moved into this house, we put in a supposedly top of the line tankless boiler system that would give me all the hot water I could possibly dream of and also heat our home. It would be cheaper than electric and gas and was supposed to be the answer to everything. When it works, it is wonderful. I never have to worry about taking a cold shower after a teenager has drained all the hot water from the water heater. I am guaranteed 15 to 20 minutes of showering bliss at the perfect temperature. When it works.
We got talked into this monster from hades by a fast talking plumber who was also new to the technology and system. This plumber is conveniently never around and in town when it breaks, which is often. He is numero uno on my people to hate when it doesn’t work list. On those days, he should probably be glad he isn’t around as I would like to inflict bodily harm to his person during those times. I’ve even tried to train my little shih tzu to bite his ankles on command. Just his. It’s been very unsuccessful. She thinks everyone is her friend. But then she hasn’t had to take cold showers.
The boiler from H-E- double hockey sticks was purchased from a company in Canada. I don’t hold this against my Canadian friends. They didn’t actually make this piece of expensive garbage. They just made the mistake of importing this from overseas. Nor is it their fault that the only instruction manual we received was in French. (We found some instructions in English online, but they are vague. ) No, I don’t blame the Canadians. I blame the plumber.
Since the plumber is never around, my husband has become close friends with a technician several hundred miles away. Well, as close as you can become over the phone. They talk often. Someday we may have enough funds to actually pay for him to visit and look at this contraption and service it. (I envision a barbecue and party when this actually becomes a reality.) They just spoke on the phone about a week ago, and now my husband (who doesn’t know this yet), gets to make a call to him again at lunch today. Oh what fun for the two friends…more male bonding over the boiler.
You see, this morning I took a shower, just like any other day. Except I only turned on the hot water and it never got hot. I got lukewarm for about 2 seconds and then it fluctuated to cool for about 10 seconds and then back to lukewarm for 2 and so forth. It was miserable. That saying that says, “When Mama ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy!” is very true. This mama ain’t happy.
I have no reason to take cold showers. None. I am married and therefore, cold showers are not necessary, if you catch my drift.
The main issue is that today is Thursday. I have no hope of new parts arriving until sometime next week. So it will be a miserable weekend for all.
Someday I hope we have saved up enough funds to actually replace this piece of crap with a working model. When that happens, I plan on taking this one out back and shooting it. I’ll probably even tape some pictures of the plumber to it first. It will be a moment of pure bliss as I take out years of cold shower frustration on it. And yes, I can shoot. I do live in Wyoming after all. Shooting this evil contraption will be pure bliss. A girl can dream anyway. In the meantime, I am grabbing a cup of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. I need to warm up after the latest shower.