So, I wanted to finish my little cliffhanger this weekend, but Friday the A/C quit working on the Ark. Friday afternoon, the repairman nearly cut his hand off trying to remove the fan blade which had corroded to the unit. (I warned him to turn it off first.) Needless to say, he was forced to cut the blade off to reach the defective motor beneath...but not until Saturday morning as he didn't have the necessary replacement blade for the cut one.
I was content (read: deliciously cool and refreshed---something akin to a perfect, icy mason jar of sweet tea) for about 30 minutes on Saturday morning, when the repair man checked "job complete" on a crinkly, yellow invoice.
At the 31 minute mark, I knew something had gone terribly wrong.
The vent by which I rank how well the air conditioning is working, seemed to me a little lukewarm and was blowing with all the intensity of Senator Boxer. Yes, Ma'am, it was. (Actually, it wasn't even close to blowing that hard, but I couldn't let that one pass.)
It is now almost 24 hours after I started typing this. I wanted to finish last night, but the keyboard was starting to melt and I couldn't keep my fingers from sliding off the keys. Lucky for you, however, it is now a brisk 82 degrees here on the Ark at 6:30 AM and I managed to not lose my total body weight in sweat last night; thus being up and at'em to finish typing this morning.
Fortunately, yesterday was not as hot as it could have been.
Unfortunately, it's going to be that hot today.
I made the comment to Hannah, who one would never guess grew up on the Horn of Africa, that it was "Africa hot" yesterday.
Using all her strength to lift her wilting body off the fold-out couch in the basement where we all (yes, all) bunked last night, she scowled back at me, "Africa is not this hot." And then with a dramatic sigh collapsed on to her makeshift bed.
So, now the A/C guy is supposed to be coming today to fix whatever it is that is not working.
I will be back with updates (and to finish my story) once I have the A/C set to snow.
3 comments:
Oh, you poor dear. There is just nothing worse than hot. Is there?
You got our whole family laughing our heads off with the "Africa Hot" story. 8^)
We've been through the broken A/C saga in the height of summer. Truly miserable!! Here's hoping the repairman does what he does best VERY SOON!
I hope your A/C get fixed soon. There is nothing worse than trying to sleep in hot, humid weather. I don't want to relive something like that again.
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