Winter Blues

[dreamshark]

Somehow I have managed to lose my gym bag. It's hard to imagine that I could have walked out of the health club without it, but I've done stupider things. I called the club and they claim not to have found it. The only other possibility is that somebody inexplicably stole it from the back of my car in the past two days, but I think the car was locked. *sigh* I've been thinking of getting a new, better, bag that would (1) fit in the lockers without having to be stood on its end and rammed into the locker and (2) provide a place to put a wet swim suit where it wouldn't soak through into the main pocket and get everything else wet. But I'd have preferred to remove my things from the old gym bag before getting rid of it.

Oddly enough, the only two things in there that I much miss is the swim goggles and the lock. The swim suit didn't fit too well, the clothes were old and unremarkable, the shoes were cheap and insufficiently supportive. The goggles are valuable because they are prescription. Not only are they kinda pricey, the only way to replace them is to order them online. The lock is nothing special, but I don't have another one handy in the house.

Oh, and with temperatures in the sub-zeroes, our "furnace" isn't working too well. It heats up okay when it comes on, but it fails to ignite sometimes and has to be restarted manually. So right now the house is at a nice, money-saving 60 degrees. Brrr. One more reason to take that substitute gym bag out for a spin.

I put "furnace" in quotes because technically it is not a furnace but a boiler. As I am snippily informed every time I call a "furnace repair" shop. "Furnace" people do NOT work on "boilers." And they hold them in some disdain, judging from the tone of voice. Personally, I think that any large object that sits in the basement and heats the house is a furnace, but what do I know? Not much, obviously. I don't even know where my gym bag is.

Comments

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

It doesn't sound like a good day at all.

If it makes you feel better, when I was growing up in New York everything was a "boiler." It was the only word used for the thing in the basement that heats the house, regardless of the technology involved.

B

[dreamshark.livejournal.com]

well, no, it just makes me feel stupider. But thanks for trying.

[skylarker.livejournal.com]

I was having the same problem with my old furnace, in that it would fail to ignite and have to be reset pretty regularly. Jill's friend Alden, who worked 20 years for Minnegasco, came out to see if he could help and said that it was just a matter of cleaning the fixture, which he promptly did.