I'm afraid of what's in the cellar.
That new furnace, to be precise. I am in charge of checking the water level in the furnace, which is located in the cellar.
As you may already know, our previous furnace almost blew us sky high. I know I haven't written at length or with much detail about that due to constraints relating to my concentration level.
Anyway, back to other levels. With both heaters, you have to make sure a tube is filled with water, but only up to a certain point, helpfully marked in black by I don't know whom. Yes, I'm a bit slow when it comes to domestic things, so forgive me if this is well known by people who deal with matters such as these regularly and classify them as minor, or some other synonym I can't think of right now.
The new furnace has an issue that worries me: I can't see where the water is because it's got a cloudy orange thing going on. (I noted this to one of our plumbers during a recent heater incident; he didn't seem to think it was of any consequence, stating that it had to do with the newness of the contraption.)
So I turned the water on and looked for any sign that a) water was being added and b) it wasn't going over the line.
I don't know if this was successful or not. But now the heat is coming up, which tells me whatever amount of water I added helped.
I have to state for the record: I was scared of that furnace blowing up while I was down there. I'm still afraid of it, actually. It's a new heater, yet I'm continually bothered by how its predecessor nearly killed us.
When I returned from the cellar, I went over to Merlin, who is sleepy but somewhat alert because pre-near-explosion he loved the basement. He was looking at me with those puppy eyes, I started scratching his head and then noticed a weird puddle near the radiator.
I don't know what it is, it's from(?) the radiator, and that can't be good.
Oddly enough, it's kind of Merlin coloured.
Trust me, he doesn't produce gray substances.
I've collected evidence of the puddle in the form of several photographs.
Now, what do I do? Call the plumber? Wait for a while? What would you do?
Saturday November 24 2007: it echoes to this day...
