Yes. The day has finally come. After weeks and weeks of waiting and calling and crying and waiting for our kitchen project to get finished, a miracle has happened!
Sometimes, it is so hard to stay positive when something seems to be going wrong at every turn, but when you compare it to so many other things, it is really nothing. I wonder WHY I get so frustrated and upset and just want to RUN AWAY when I KNOW I am so blessed in a million ways and these things all will pass -- eventually. I'm the kind of person that has to FINISH things, and when someone else is in charge of the finishing, and I can't do anything about it, it really does drive me CRAZY!
I am sitting here right now in our other home -- the one I call "Jerry's Office" because that really is what it is -- and the temperature in here is 89 degrees. Yep! The air conditioner is off and has been since I got here at noon today. I don't know if I blogged two weeks ago that we spent $650 getting the air conditioner here fixed. The guy put 4 pounds (?) of freon in it, at $100 a pound. Jerry and I left to go back to our other home right after that. Here I am two weeks later coming into this house, and the air conditioner is brokener than before.
I am sitting here with a river of sweat running down my cleavage and then spreading out in a river under each boob and then joining the river running down from my soaking wet armpits. And my hair! It has enough hairspray in it to hold up a fence, but when you put all of that on top of a thousand follicles wallowing in sweat, it is a sticky, icky feeling. Every so often the sweat on my scalp finds a path down the front of my forehead and into my eyes.
Sooooooooooo, about 5 seconds after I arrived, I realized the temperature inside this house wasn't right. Recently, my husband and I tried Angie's List. If you haven't tried it, we HIGHLY recommend it. After the $650 AC guy left, Jerry looked on Angie's List for a Heat and Air company with the best reviews. I called Jerry today as soon as I discovered the inside temperature to ask him which company it was, and he told me. I called them. Now, here is the part where you need to be sitting down.
"Helloooooooo! Interstate Heat and Air. I am Diana. What can we do to put a smile on your face today?"
My response was, "You already have!"
She told me she would assign a SENIOR TECH to my job, and one would be out after 5.
I asked if that would be more.
She said, "No".
She said it would be between 5 and 7 and she was very sorry that it would be so long.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The sweat just ran down the crease in my center back into my underwear. It's not often I feel that! Let me stuff some Kleenex in there ..............
I was thrilled it would be today and not tomorrow. I told Diana I would go find a cool place to hang out. She told me she would call me as soon as she knew the tech was on his way.
Now, are you STILL sitting down?
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack. And it has gone all the way down from 89 to 87 in this house. I've started to call Margaret a dozen times to see if she wants to go out to dinner, but I'm too embarrassed to let anyone see me in this soggy state.
This house is 13 years old, and the Air Conditioner has breathed its last breath, I think. The coil is totally rusted and the unit outside has 13 years of ick in it. Evidently, the former owners never had it cleaned, and neither did we. Duh! I guess it is really important to do that. We need to get the whole thing replaced, but Jerry has to do his usual marathon internet study to see which unit we should choose. Interstate recommends Amana. I thought they made refrigerators and ovens. I told Jerry he has 'til morning to make up his mind, because Phylly is coming Saturday for a play day, and we have to be COOL!