Yesterday morning I work up with a warm, fuzzy feeling. The fuzzy was because I haven’t shaved my back recently, and the warm was because our darned air conditioner quit again. By noon it was 85° inside our house. Okay, that’s enough! Time to call somebody to come out and fix it.
You may remember that just before we made our frantic trip to Arizona following my daughter’s heart attack, the air conditioner had quit and I called a local company and asked them to come out and get it running again. At that time, their tech told me that the AC unit was on its last legs (which we already knew) and it was only a matter of time before it gave up the ghost. I asked if his company could replace it with a new unit, and he said they could and he would get an estimate to me. But like so many service people in this area, and nationwide from what I’m hearing, I never heard from him again. I always figure if you’re not going to follow through when you’re trying to earn my business, there’s not much chance you’ll take care of me after you have my money, either. So this time I called another company which was well recommended.
Their tech spent an hour or so working on it and got it running again, and like the first fellow, told me that it was liable to let us down again at any time. So I asked for an estimate, and he actually went to work right then and gave me three different options to consider. We went with the biggest and best for our application, and told him to go ahead and order it. If I was Greg White or somebody with a lot of technical skill, and cheap like Greg is always happy to admit to being, I might try to nurse it along for a while. But I’m not a handyman. I’m a fat guy in a hot, humid climate, which is not a good combination.
Speaking of being a fat guy, after reading my Thought For The Day yesterday about the dryer shrinking my clothes, a friend asked why I haven’t talked about using our treadmill lately. That’s because it’s also dying. I will be on it doing my thing and all of a sudden it will just come to a sudden stop, often dumping me on my butt. So we need to find a replacement for it, too. I really do need to get back on it. I was walking a mile to a mile and a half a day and I lost 21 pounds. But since I’ve stopped using the treadmill every day I seem to have hit a plateau and I’m holding steady. I guess that’s better than starting to put the pounds back on, but I want to get things going in a downward direction again.
Terry finished proofing the new issue of the Gypsy Journal yesterday evening, and I still have just a few last-minute corrections to make today. Then I will get it formatted as a PDF file and send it off to our subscribers. And once that’s done, I will be hard at work on my next John Lee Quarrels mystery book. I need to pay for that new air conditioning unit!
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Thought For The Day – Somebody called me pretty today. Well, actually they said, “You’re pretty annoying.” But I choose to only focus on the positive things in life.