That's really an understatement. Yesterday the bank clock down the street from my workplace read -1F when I was arriving just before 7 am.
Add in the "wind chill factor," and it was more like -20.
|Key to warmth.|
Brrr. It's cold in my bedroom too. When I checked the last two mornings, it was 62 degrees up on the second floor. That's another reason I find myself warm and cozy, wrapped in a handmade blanket, on the couch.
My house is heated by a hot water boiler that circulates the warmth through radiators scattered around the house.
I've noticed the bedroom radiator was pretty much cold as ice. I figured the circulating pump wasn't doing it's job. Just another of the many necessary, but sometime unaffordable, repairs my nearly 110 year old home needs.
As I made my way up the stairs this morning, my modern techno world jumped into old world common sense.
I remembered when I bought the house that the previous owner had given me several keys and other things necessary to, according to him, maintain the house.
One of those things was a radiator key.
It's a little wrench type key that opens a small valve on the top of a radiator to bleed out any air trapped in the lines. I've bled the lines in years past and only got water in return.
Today was different.
I opened the value on my bedroom radiator with a whoosh of air that continued for several minutes. As this air was flowing out of the radiator, I placed my hand near the bottom and could feel the heat of the boiler's water entering to share it's warmth with the room.
A simple metal key.
The key to keeping warm in an old house.