Ugh. It has been one terrible week. On Tuesday evening we noticed that our air conditioning upstairs wasn’t cooling. I woke up at 3am on Wednesday drenched in sweat, it was 85 degrees in our upstairs. Needless to say, I stayed home from work waiting on the air conditioning dude to come out. He shows up at 9:30 and checks some thing and says, “I think you’re compressor is going out … they usually run $2500.” Say WHAT?! You’re going to tell me that I can buy an entirely new unit for about $5000, but this one PART is going to cost me HALF of that? Puh-lease! I just don’t think so. Then he tells me that we can buy what he called a dry unit for $3200-3500. Okay. Maybe that’s how we’ll go, I thought. Considering our house is only 7 years old, I would not have ever imagined our air conditioning would die this early. And let’s not even talk about the fact that we have a cheap ass brand that is no longer even in business. I don’t really want to even describe my feelings on that. Luckily, we have two units, so our downstairs was comfortable – unfortunately all of our bedrooms and showers are upstairs, so it really didn’t help us all that much. But at least we were cool while sleeping on the couch for two nights. So he comes back a little later on that afternoon and asks if he can go up in our attic, he wanted to check one more thing. Sure, no problem. Up he goes … by this time it’s sweltering up there, I felt so bad for him. (Naturally this happened on the week that it was 100 degrees here in western Kentucky … not last week when it was 80). He comes back down and says that there are some wires that have melted together and that that for sure is causing the problem, and oh yeah, by the way, you’re lucky your house never caught on fire because of those wires. Yeah, that was a good thing to be told. Ugh. So he makes a phone call and finds out that a local supply store has the piece that we need to replace the melted wiring. He will be back the next day to change it out. Well, something happened and he couldn’t come back on Thursday. So it was another night on the couch for us. Then Friday morning my husband stayed home and waited for him. He shows up and in 30 minutes had the wiring changed out and turned our unit back on. *Drum roll please* ….. we have air conditioning again! There’s no telling how much added pressure that caused on our compressor and based on the fact that it’s probably not in the best shape anyway, we will probably be replacing the thing in the near future. I just hope it’s not this year, we’ve had enough expenses this year … we really don’t need that too. So that’s my week in a nutshell. It was hell. And it makes me wonder why I wanted to be a homeowner. *End rant*
Okay, so now that I’m off my soap box, I will quickly recap what went on here at the blog since last week:
- I shared my mailbox. It’s been a lot more controlled the past few weeks, but I still can’t seem to make a dent in my TBR piles….
- I also answered the Musing Mondays question, something that I hadn’t done all year.
- I wrapped up my August reading
- I talked about Polyjuice Potion in the 3rd mini-challenge for the Harry Potter Read-a-Long
And I posted two reviews:
- Portrait of a Monster: Joran van der Sloot, a Murder in Peru, and the Natalee Holloway Mystery by Lisa Pulitzer & Cole Thompson
- Private by James Patterson & Maxine Paetro
So there it is. That’s what you missed last week at the blog. Right now I’ve just started reading a review book, We’re Not Leaving, a non-fiction book about the first responders’ experiences in the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years after 9/11. And stay tuned because I’m feeling a giveaway of that book 🙂