How One Hollow Reason Quieted Her Doubts About the Heat Pump
She said "sure, go ahead" while I was still in the middle of the word "because." It was late July, the kind of week in Central Oklahoma where the heat doesn't break at night. The house was a brick ranch from the seventies, low roof, carport on the side, the original ductwork still hanging in the attic. The homeowner was a retired woman who lived alone and kept the thermostat at 76 to save money. That afternoon it read 84 inside and climbing. The outdoor unit had quit. Fan humming, compressor silent. I pulled the panel and found what I expected: a run capacitor swollen on top like a biscuit…
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