I was watching an old Christmas movie last week, and they were singing about dreaming of a white Christmas.
My husband gave out the obligatory ‘bah humbug’ and walked away. I thought it was a great movie, and one my mom and I would watch every year since I was a little girl. He walked away and said the only thing he was dreaming of was using the air conditioning unit. Winter hadn’t yet officially arrived, and he was already tired of it. We had a lot of snow already, and the temperatures had been consistently below average, but I was looking forward to more snow, and maybe some skiing. When he told me to call my sister because he wasn’t going along, I got upset. He had never gone on a ski trip with me in the twenty years we had been together. I told him there were cabins at the ski resort. They had excellent heating systems and they all had fireplaces. There was a hot tub to relax in and ice fishing to enjoy. He loved fishing, but he still wasn’t buying it. He said if he wanted to freeze, he would do it in our home and not go to the mountains. His prayer was answered when he woke up the next day and the furnace had died. I told him he was given his air conditioning now, but it was the wrong time of year for it, and walked away. He told me my sarcasm wasn’t needed and called the HVAC company. They had nothing available that day, and he was going to need to go without the furnace for at least 24 hours.