After months of research and a little help from you all, we are finally getting rid of our old heat pump system and ductwork, and replacing everything with an excellent new carrier system from a really good installer. I wanted to share with you some details about our old system that you might find entertaining, including how we got rid of it.
Our old system is a lesson in how not to install a heat pump at someone's house. Pay close attention here. DO NOT do any of these things.
-1- Do not install a commercial rooftop packaged system at someone's house.
-2- Do not install said misfit system outside the homeowner's bedroom window, where is shakes, rattles, and roars at the most inopportune times.
-3- Do not bolt this system to the wall of the house. See the dirty box-shaped line outlined on our siding? That's where a massive galavanized "shroud" covering the ductwork was bolted to our wall. When the thing turned on, the entire North wall of the house would shake. Since the shower stall is attached to the wall studs, it too would shake, along with the glass shower doors. This would sound and feel like about a 4.5 on the richter scale. It was aslo a thing of beauty. I apologize for not having a picture of it, but if you look up our house on Google Earth, you can see it from space. That's right. Last year while playing around with the internet satellite pics, we discovered that the great wall of China and our heat pump are both visible from space.
-4- Do not knock a 2x2 foot hole in someone's foundation for the ductwork. If you do, make sure that it's not on the uphill side of the house. During the rainy season, a stream would form through that hole, resulting in what we affectionately refer to as the "bayou" in our crawlspace. Excellent in a region known for black mold.
-5- Do not leave all the ducting laying on the ground in the "bayou". Just don't know what to say. Mice, mice, smelly things. Nasty nasty.
Now for the glorious day of heat pump removal. Our contractor offered to have his guys remove it using some hand trucks. My husband however, wanted some personal satisfaction in "ripping this thing off the house". So he build a skid, fired up the trusty 'dozer, and (while I jumped with glee) hauled it off, through the back field, and around to the back of the barn: its final resting place. There it can continue to rattle and shake until the cows come home.
This week: the new system goes in, and I'll jump with glee again as we turn on the heat minus the mouse-poop smell.