I had gone to the sink for a glass of water, however there wasn’t any water.
I said something to my fiance, hoping that there wasn’t a complication with my well.
An hour later, she told myself and others to call our kid Sam. There wasn’t any water somewhere in the house, and now the furnace wasn’t running. It was getting chilly in the house, without the heating plan running that I was beginning to shiver. When Sam got there, she went right to work on getting the boiler laboring. Apparently, instead of first looking to see if there was a complication with the water going to the sink, she had shut everything down, and she first looked at the well pump. She forgot that not having water meant that the two of us wouldn’t have heat, since the two of us have a boiler furnace. Our heat is delivered through water pipes and the heat is transferred from the baseboard heating systems to the floor. Sam was busy helping him check the water pump, while I was packing up to go to my daughter’s until the water was on, and the boiler was running again. My fiance called a couple hours later and told myself and others that I had to option him up. The people I was with and I were going to a hotel for the evening. Sam had a crew of workers at our house, trying to repair the pump so she could get the furnace running for heat. She promised the furnace would be running and the two of us would have heat, by mid-morning. In the meantime the two of us were supposed to relax in a hot hotel.