A 2×2 foot square of the floor from King Tutankhamun’s tomb. Or was it?

A 2×2 foot square of the floor from King Tutankhamun’s tomb. Or was it?

It’s cold here. It’s pretty much cold everywhere.

I don’t do cold. It’s not that I’m being flip, snotty or sarcastically flip and snotty. I can’t do extreme cold without  severe physical reactions such as weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Yesterday mid-morning, the house was cold. The thermostat read 62. I turned it up to 69 the minute I got out of bed.

PANIC!!

The heater had been running since 6 a.m. (a late wake up for me, since I waited up for son’s arrival from soccer game in some county in the state’s nether regions) and the house wasn’t warm.

I called a heating and cooling professional. The second time I called a repair person to our house in as many days. 🙂 

The nice gentleman from B&H came in with his flashlight looked at the thermostat. Then he went outside under the house. He went back and forth by my window. Then I heard the back door squeak…

“Mrs. Miles?”

Sigh.

I got up and prepared myself for bad news. The nice man that has been walking back and forth in front of my window held up a 2×2 foot square of the floor from King Tutankhamun’s tomb. A solid 2×2 square foot of black tar.

Okay, it was really an air filter, but it was unrecognizable. It looked like the lung of King Tut if he had been alive for the last 3,300 years and a 6 pack a day smoker.

GROSS!! (This wasn’t ours. Ours was far worse and I child might stumble upon this post.)

We forgot to change the filter and the warm air kept bouncing back so the heater thought it was toasty in our house.

Over time, grit and grime ~ layer upon layer of grit and grime built up and shuts down our heating system. Well, the motor still worked but it was getting completely the wrong signal. It wasn’t dead, it was just utterly ineffective.

We can’t let that happen to our heart or to our minds.

Don’t let layer upon layer of dirt slowly build up rendering you functioning yet completely useless and in no way fulfilling your purpose on this earth as a heater to warm a very cold woman’s house.

As I type this I am very warm, thank goodness. 

Just remember…keep those filters clean, y’all.