Life Is A Gas–

Jack gets in over the wire again in time – –

A few weeks ago in a previous post I mentioned that our gas furnace had stopped working. A very nice and obviously competent young engineer got it working, but a week later it stopped again, so he came back, carried out a more ‘in depth’ inspection and got it working again. At that point he suggested, in the tones of a cheerful funeral conductor, that time until we would be calling again might not be long; would we like to talk parts or full replacement?

We moved here over four years ago, and I always assumed that the furnace was fairly new. But it seems I was wrong; it’s probably over twenty years old and nearing the point where other things could need fixing. So we faced the same dilemma everyone does from time to time: soldier on with repairs to the existing unit or bite the bullet and have it replaced with a new one.

Enter our second engineer, who carried out another inspection, which happily revealed that the duct work throughout our (very old) house was fine, and so was the air conditioning unit. So we would only need a new furnace, and there was easy access to the basement. He also petted our cats, commented on the wine fermenting and the canning going on in the kitchen, all the stuff.

Were we being softened up? No, because as it turns out, we mentioned something about using their company once before, perhaps three years ago, and not being entirely comfortable with the condescension of the person who came.

“Oh, yeah,” said our new friend, Will. “That’s the guy who doesn’t work for us anymore. He was infamous.”

The company had apparently learned its lesson, as the two lads who came this time were excellent communicators throughout and explained things thoroughly without trying to ‘hard sell’ us a new unit. They both sat with us and patiently went through the pros and cons of our decision, one way or the other.

The decision, in the end, is personal to us. Everyone has to make their own decision in these moments, but we are confident we got all the advice we needed to make the right one.

Speaking of advice, I bless the fact that Wendy nag– er– persuaded me we should install a log stove three years ago. Until now it has been an occasional luxury. Right now it’s our main source of heat and working well…

…and the engineers complimented us on our cozy home, leaving their warmth as well.

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Make You Feel My Love–

Jack gets in over the wire again in time – –

I thought I’d heard most all of Bob Dylan’s songs, but one seems to have escaped me.

Regular readers of this blog or listeners to my weekly radio show will know that I’m a big fan of Mr. Zimmerman and have been ever since his first album appeared in the early 1960s.

I was always aware that he adopted British folk song melodies as the carriers for many of his most popular early songs, and that’s partly what first intrigued me about him. But then I heard ‘Blind Willie McTell,’ where he adapted the melody of ‘St. James Infirmary’ to make my very favorite song by him. That was a twist because the origins of ‘St James’ were in Britain!

I love that like many Americans he was able to re-invent himself and has continued to do that throughout his life.

His guitar accompaniments were very basic back when he arrived in New York, but they have become much more sophisticated since then – which brings me back to this song – –

A good friend suggested I should listen to “Make me feel your Love,” sung by Joan Osborne, and I was astonished. I had never heard of her, but it was great. Then I saw it had been written by Bob! The chord sequence behind the words is incredible – a descending series, but not predictable.

Portrait of American singer-songwriter Joan Osborne, Haarlem, Netherlands, 26th March 2018. (Photo by Paul Bergen/Redferns)

The lyrics are very different from anything else I have heard from him and seem very heartfelt.

As someone once said – ‘The answer, my Friend – – –

Take a listen…

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