The furnace elf came today to turn on the boiler!! It's been doggone cold in here for the past week, especially. The other night, the temp got down to 30 degrees outside. It was warmer than that in here, but i don't think it got much over 55 or so.
I feel something of an expert at judging indoor temperatures, having learned in that great school, experience. My dad's rule, when we lived in Fargo, was to keep the thermostat at 55 degrees at night. When I got tall enough to read the thermostat, I was aghast to see that it was set at 60 degrees during the day! I remember pointing this out to my mother and having her chuckle in response. Dad set it at 60 because we had one of those new-fangled oil furnaces, and oil cost more than coal, which just about everyone else burnt in their furnaces.
We had to go get more oil one night when the oil ran out the day before the scheduled refill. I remember my dad and my brother Gene wading through deep snow that night to pull a 50-gallon oil drum on a toboggan. There was much activity outside as they wrestled the smaller drum into position and, using a big funnel, poured it into the pipe leading to the large tank, but I was not allowed to open the door to watch--that would let out all the "warm" air.
I'm feeling a bit sad, actually. Nothing heats like an old-fashioned steam radiator. They get hotter than blazes and make a room toasty warm. I've backed into the one in the bathroom several times and branded myself with bright red stripes on my backside. Even so, I don't hold it against them. They're wonderful. And they've kept this place warm and cozy for the ten years I've lived here. I hope my next place has steam radiators....