Yesterday I was working my tail off in my yard. I cleaned out flowerbeds and bought some new stuff to plant. I cleaned so much stuff out of them that I cannot lift the trash barrel I dumped it all in, and it is still sitting out by the street.
So needless to say, I was one ripe girl! I was so excited about taking a shower and washing all the grime off of me. Well, when I got in the shower, I noticed the water wasn't getting hot. I was desperate, so I just took a very COLD shower. I was praying, "Lord, please let this be a cheap fix! Home Depot already has all my money!"
Once I get out of the shower, I call my handy man extraordinaire, Jeff Gearhart. He, Amy, and the kids came over last night to assess the situation. He tried to light the pilot, but it just wouldn't light. We were talking about all of the things that could be wrong, when Jeff asked "Have you paid your gas bill?" I said no because I hadn't gotten one. Then he asked "Did you ever have the gas turned on?" It was then that it dawned on me that I didn't even realize I had gas, and no I hadn't had it switched over in my name. Jeff went out to the alley to check the meter and said there was a lock on it.
So for the past month, I have been living off of the previous owners' gas. It seems like I remember talking to them about what their expenses ran and I vaguely remember them mentioning gas.
I called Atmos last night and put in a request for the gas to be turned on. The man came over today and turned it on and lit the pilot. The hot water has returned!
Sigh! Thank you Lord for making this an easy/inexpensive fix! Sometimes I wonder where I leave my brain! If you find it, can you please return it to me?!?