I don't think you want to be one of our appliances these days: you may be the next to go.
First our fridge broke.
Next our oven exploded.
And then our heat pump went out.
Hopefully bad luck comes in threes, not fours or sixes, because Austin and I are both done with broken appliances. So far we've only gotten one of three fixed successfully (the fridge.) When the repairman came to look at the heat pump that was installed only two years ago, he muttered ominously that though the part that broke was under warranty, the labor charges are not. He said he'd go back to the shop and advocate for us because the labor on that repair is really expensive.
As it happens, I'm about to take the kids and visit my favorite snow bird in Florida, leaving Austin for the second year in a row without heat. (Last year when I went to Florida with Tucker, we were out of electricity for several days from a big storm.)
Thankfully we have the wood stoves, and the heat upstairs, so it's not as big an issue as it could be, though when I came downstairs yesterday morning it was only 53 degrees. Molly enjoyed jumping in the kitchen just as much as usual, and Tucker complained about cold hands once. Otherwise it was business as usual.
