It’s Harumph Day.

Cup of hot drink, knitting clothes and yarn on light winter background

I decided that today should not be labelled Hump Day, but Harumph Day.

My choice of this moniker for Wednesday is to express my disdain now that it appears the “real Winter” is finally settling in. We knew it was inevitable and we wouldn’t just skate through ‘til Spring unscathed by cold and snow, but that one-month interlude between the last shoveling and ugly weather sure was nice.

Thus … my harumph!

I checked my blog to see what was going on weather wise on the REAL first day of Winter, and on December 22nd it was a balmy 50 degrees.

Wish I could have bottled up some of that delightful day to enjoy now.

I’ve decided that the groundhog needs to go back to meteorology school, or, at the very least, put an asterisk next to his proclamation that “there is no shadow to be cast, an early Spring is my forecast!”

When I opened the door to go outside this morning, my stoop had iced over and the screen door was stuck – when I finally got it open and stepped out, it was a sheet of ice on the side of the house. I had to take baby steps to get to the garage, so that’ll kill the walking for the short term; if that doesn’t put a kibosh on walking, the Arctic blast we are expecting this weekend surely will.

Yesterday was not only “Polling Tuesday” and “Fat Tuesday” (or “Paczki Day” as we southeast Michigan folks like to identify the day for our fondness for those jelly-filled delectable treats), but for me, it turned out to be “Terrible Tuesday”.

I’ve been so busy with work that life has been a blur, but while the weather was still good, I got out and pounded the pavement to reboot my brain … that is through Monday.

Tuesday morning I awoke to snow squalls and ran out briefly (and albeit reluctantly) to run the car in the garage. It was cold and little sleet pellets pounded my face as I walked, head down against the biting wind, as I headed to the garage.  In record time I returned, shutting the screen door and unzipping my coat simultaneously as I heard the heat kick on and knew I’d be sweatin’ bullets in a minute.  Only the zipper didn’t open all the way because the teeth no longer matched up and something was hanging it up.  Soon, I uttered a few choice words since the coat does not zip up normally – it has an inner vest which zips up and you fasten the outside of the coat with a series of snaps and metal rings which really don’t do much for keeping the cold at bay – it is the inner down vest which keeps you warm.  With such a unique design, stepping out the coat wasn’t an option.  So, I stood there for the longest time as the heat kept blasting out the warm air and I got hotter by the minute from the furnace and this coat zipper dilemma.  Finally, I had to wriggle out of the coat slowly by raising it above my head.  I felt like a sausage losing its casing or maybe a snake shedding its skin.  I hung it on the coat tree and stomped upstairs, annoyed that the zipper could not wait until Spring to break, and wondering where are you going to find a cantaloupe-colored, large-teethed replacement zipper?

Once upstairs, I had a snack then begin to get ready for work. I was walking down the hall to fetch Buddy from the room where he sleeps and thought “it’s really cold in here” so I stopped to look at the thermostat.  It was at 72 degrees.  I normally keep it at 75 or 76.  Cursing again, I went downstairs to see what was the matter, remembering confidently how I was to read the codes on the furnace to call it in to Flame Furnace.  Well I saw flashing, but couldn’t remember how to interpret it, and … was I supposed to take off the front door of the furnace and do something there?  This time I stomped up the stairs, harder, and louder, then called Flame to ask for a service call – they promised to be out very soon.

I left Buddy in the other room thinking they’d be coming in and out of the side door and didn’t want him to get a draft. I signed on at work and begin to tackle the morning’s work and the heat kicked on, like magic.  I watched the digital thermostat as it rose ‘til it was at the desired temperature and it shut itself off.  It was fine after that – it was as if it corrected itself.  I was hesitant to cancel the service call, and when the tech got there late afternoon, it was sleeting and he was happy to step into the warm house.  He checked the whole furnace over and said there was nothing wrong with it – it simply had a misstep, then corrected itself.

“So, what happened?” I asked, anxious to know the good karma that saved us from a fate of becoming popsicles. “Was it a hiccup?  A burp?  A computer malfunction?”

I really hate that the furnace messed with my mind.

I said goodbye to Joe and went to retrieve Buddy from his warm corner in the TV room to bring him into the kitchen. He was happy to see me and beyond perky – well, you’d be perky too if you would have had 18 hours of sleep!

I might have sworn off sweets, but if someone had handed me a big fat paczki, I would have downed it in a second, and then looked for another one to use as a chaser.

About Linda Schaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub
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2 Responses to It’s Harumph Day.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Like everyone I hate the thought of winter. We in the east depend on are furnaces. We also depend on are furnace repair man.They should be connected like Comcast is to cable. They check it threw the lines. Many times they don’t come out. Buddy is getting tired of this burps. Hurry up Spring.


  2. lindasschaub says:

    Marge – I hate Winter and it looks like our pleasant Winter we’ve had thus far is fading fast … that doesn’t make my day except for the fact that now I can tackle getting the tax stuff together … I rather be walking and writing about it. 🙂 I like that idea of remote testing for furnaces – I wonder if that will be an option in the future?


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