Finally, I am back from the local hotel after several nights of absence. You may well ask what has occurred that I had to leave my comfortable, quiet country home for a local 4 star accommodation? Five days ago, on the 3rd of July, our eight year old Trane air conditioner breathed it’s last. After my husband wrestled the club from my hot hands (I was going to cause it pain too), reservations were made at a Comfort Inn and ice applied to my throbbing temples. The hotel was quite nice but this was very ill timed for our meager savings. Will the sudden expenditures never end this year?! Oh, well, c'est la vie, right? It’s only money. Gee whiz, you know, I’d like to get familiar with our money for more than a few minutes, though, just once. Back to being calm, God is good and necessities were supplied as needed.
Anyone who has lived in, or had the great misfortune to visit the Southeast during the summer months knows where I’m coming from with our brutal heat. Most modern houses are not made with the idea in mind that there will not be central heat or air. Ours is no exception.
But back to the story.
Let us begin at the begin. I called our usually most trusted A/C Guy Friday one week before the event for something was troubling the compressor. It was “making a weird noise”. (Ok, so I’m not a technician.) He didn’t call back ... didn’t call ... didn’t call … finally Guy showed up early Thursday the 2nd. After much hemming, hawwing and noodle scratching, stated firmly it was the compressor and ordered said item from the closest Trane distributor in Memphis. We further requested it be sent overnight and offered to pay extra for the expense. The A/C Guy did so. The next day, Friday the 3rd, the compressor, tired of living, in revenge tried to destroy the electric breaker, causing the All House Generator to run. Then the local power company had to be dispatched to fix the problem. It seems the Trane was no longer viable. IN SHEER PANIC NOW I yelled at telephoned the A/C Guy again. At that time, the compressor had not arrived as Trane stated that it would. Therefore, I had to stay all weekend at the very nice Comfort Inn, traveling back and to several times a day to be with my husband (he opted to stay behind and watch the dogs and now unsecure house ~ he’s such a good man), eating out because the house was just too hot, and so forth. When the old compressor was still non compos mentis, with me close behind, I urged Husband to buy something, for goodness sake anything, from Wal-Mart that would cool our new sweat(ing) house.
This is what he showed up with:
I don’t know who Haier is
but I want to marry him and have his children.
Hubby installed this nifty little machine in the guest bedroom since it was the only room with the proper size window. Do you know, this little 8,000 btu unit actually cooled a large portion of our 1,200 sf home? That’s amazing.
And happily, as of this morning, the Trane has new guts and mine are still in knots from all the expenditures. What a week! I'll admit it’s been a learning curve. I will henceforth make it my life's goal to have some kind of back up for hot weather. May the Lord lend me understanding that I will learn what He wants me to know from this experience. Right now I’m too busy basking in the cool dryness of modern convenience.
