Hot. Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot. It is so f**king hot in here. Yesterday I was just sore and tired. Today I’m not only sore and tired but drenched in sweat. Last night our air conditioning conked out. Now, keep in mind I live in Florida. You know, the Sunshine State located in the tropics with all the heat, humidity and killer mosquitoes? Yeah, that Florida. The really, really, really hot state. Okay, maybe it’s hotter in the desert states, but this is still pretty darn hot. Have I adequately conveyed just how hot it is and how discontented I am with the current state of affairs?
My sister, who apparently spent most of the day out shopping with my niece, thought it was just because the air filter needed changing and the system froze up. She crawled up in the attic, changed the filter, shut down the system for an hour to unfreeze it and hoped that fixed the problem. When I arrived home, it was clear that it was not by any stretch of the imagination fixed. I was adamant – we needed professional help and we needed it immediately if not sooner. So we bit the bullet (or the checkbook) and called out a repair personage (at their prices, the warrant the term “personage”, perhaps even “illustrious personage”). We now await his/her arrival and this darned laptop is too hot to keep on my lap any longer.
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As usual, there’s good news and bad news. The Holy High Priest of Air Conditioning arrived well within the time allotted. He went to the compressor and prayed over it, shook chicken bones at it and performed all sorts of other arcane and mysterious rites. He finally returned and said, “Yea verily, the compressor is dead. I can make it rise again, however, for a princely sum, such as all your worldly goods.” By this point, I think I would have given him all I owned and ever hoped to own in my lifetime just for the assurance of a good night’s sleep in air conditioned comfort. So readily we agreed and he went forth to his truck and returned with the necessary parts and completed the repairs. The good news – we’re already feeling a difference in the ambient temperature of our abode. The bad news of course is the significant reduction in our already strapped finances.
I don’t care about money at this moment, though. The sweat is no longer dripping from my brow – that’s what’s important. And my dog, George, is no longer laying in misery at the foot of my bed panting from the heat (he’s just as spoiled as me) – that’s what’s important. And the money? Well, we’ll figure something out. We always do. We’ll scrimp a little here and there and try not to let our rapidly falling credit ratings hit us on the head on the way down. We live in Florida and we have air conditioning – that’s what’s important.
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Really enjoy your blog! Hope your kitchen remodel is soon done. Focus on the way it will look - maybe that'll help. (And a trip to Hawaii wouldn't hurt 
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Thanks for dropping in, sweetness - it was great to see you! 
Take care of that arm, my friend, and talk to the doc if you need to... 
Just wanted to let you know I've subscribed to your blog so I can keep up with you more easily. 
So glad you're not melting anymore! May the Air Conditioning Gods Bless you and Keep you!! Much love. 
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