Other Half lives in Math-Zone, which is several dimensions removed from where the rest of us live. As a consequence, he isn’t that great with Home-Zone. I am the fix-it person, first, because I can actually see when something needs fixing; second, because I either know how to fix it or I will endeavor to find out. Occasionally, I’ll get fed up with being fix-it, and being in the mode of “teach a man to fish and he’ll fish for a lifetime,” I'll encourage Other Half to take on a project.
On Sunday, our furnace’s pilot light went out (maybe it went south.) My first hint was that it was frigid inside the house. The second hint, there was no actual light on inside the furnace. I really didn’t feel like lighting it, so I asked Other Half to do it.
He was having some trouble figuring out how to light it and called for my help. I yelled at him from under my blanket to read the panel for instructions. He couldn't figure it out. I grumbled while shivering--I didn't want to help him. After all, if I was going to get up from my frostbite prevention zone, I might as well have just done it myself. He asked again, and sounded so frustrated, I gave in to his pleas. When I went into the utility room, I found him in front of this:
Yes, trying to light the water heater’s pilot (which was already lit.)
Not this, which is what our FURNACE looks like.