Every homeowner fears it: having something major break down on the weekend or worse, a holiday. So of course it had to happen to us.
She woke me Saturday morning at 5, needing to poop. I had planned to sleep as late as I possibly could that morning, so I considered ignoring her but knew that wouldn't work. My next plan was to feed and potty both girls then, so we could all go back to sleep. The thing is, when I got up with them, I noticed that the air conditioner was still running, but it was hot in the house. I had been up a couple of hours earlier to get a drink, and the temperature was 71°. At 5 AM it was 73°. To make matters worse, it was cooler outside the house. I had already been noticing how horrible the AC sounded in the middle of the night, so I was worried and checked to see if air was coming out of the vents. It wasn't. I hated to do it, because I knew he would tell me I was crazy, but I decided to wake Bart.
He walked into the bathroom, felt a little air, and started to think I was crazy. Then he noticed the horrible noise the unit was making and decided to check some other vents. I wasn't crazy. Here we were at 5 AM on the Fourth of July AND a Saturday at that, and our air conditioner was broken.
The good news is that we are gold members of a local HVAC company and have guaranteed tech visits within 24 hours, no matter if it's the weekend, a holiday, or both, and we don't have to pay extra for the visit either. The technician, Sandy, had been here a few times in the past. He's a pretty great guy, and he showed Bart exactly what was wrong. We could buy a new compressor for $3000 and still have several issues, or we could bite the bullet and get a whole, new unit. We decided to go ahead and do it. By 11 AM, we had a comfort consultant (salesman) here, showing us our choices, and by 1 PM the install team was there, getting to work. That's almost unbelievable considering it was a holiday.
In the midst of all this, we had planned to host a cookout with our best friends, so we were hoping the AC would be up and running by the time everyone got there. We texted everyone, letting them know the circumstances, letting them know they didn't have to come if they didn't want to. Everyone came anyway, which pleased Ladybug. She had been so excited. We ended up having a great evening, even though the AC wasn't up and running until 11pm. Ladybug and her best friend and her brother had fun swimming, playing, and shooting little champagne poppers. We tried sparklers, but L kind of lost it when the neighborhood lit up like Beirut. Thankfully we always buy a lot of extra food, because we were more than happy to share with the install team.
I love our friends. Even though it was getting late, they stayed to make sure we had AC and didn't need a place to cool off for the night. We're truly blessed. Also, I love Dory, because had she not woke me, we would not have gotten that service call in so early, and probably would have suffered a lot longer. Next time I complain because she won't do her business in the rain, remind me not to. Her finicky colon saved the day.
|The fan hog who saved the day|