Sigh. The day after we bought our new car, Fabgrandpa and I were sitting in the living room watching TV. I started smelling smoke, that smell that you smell when there is an electrical fire. It was coming out of the heat vents! We turned the heat pump off, and the smell went away. Fabgrandpa went outside to check on the unit out there, and didn’t see anything wrong, so he came back in the house and started the heat pump again. There was that smell again.
We turned it off again, and scrounged up all the electric space heaters we had around the house, to use while we figured out what to do next. It didn’t help much that we were on the first day of a predicted cold snap where the temps would be down below 30 degrees every night for a week.
The next day, Fabgrandpa got on the phone, calling around to different companies who install heat pump systems. He found three companies in the tiny yellow pages for our county, and made appointments for all three of them to come out to give us estimates. We are now waiting for them to come out and tell us the bad news. This makes everything except the bathroom sink that has given us problems since we moved in. Maybe this will be the last of the money pit for a while.