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Damn air conditioner!

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My dad once had to deal with an A/C issue and apparently had some words for it as he attempted to fix it. As a result my older brother’s first words were “damn air conditioner.” True story.

This morning we had to get a new A/C and I find myself saying those same words.

While it’s true that we knew we needed to plan for a replacement unit soon, we did not expect it to happen now. My crystal ball fails me.

The sickly ironic part was that we were having a conversation about our debt snowball last night. Shortly after that hubby went to lock up the house for the night and, from the hallway, I heard him say “oh, we have a problem.”

Immediately images of awful problems flooded my mind, such as well…a flood. Or a cat with a broken leg. Or another leaky light switch.

Crazy to think I was a little relieved to hear the A/C wasn’t cooling, huh? It wasn’t another flood and the cats were both fine. We are fine. Yes, we are. So it was set to the low 70’s and it was stuck running at 80. Not uncommon in Florida…our A/C units freeze up and need fluid often. But the line wasn’t cold like it should be, so there was some concern that it was bigger than a frozen unit that needed to thaw. The line wasn’t clogged so we had to wait to get the prognosis from the repair guy.

Of course, this was at 10:30 at night. And of course this was the night before hubby was going to be on shift for 24 hours beginning at 8am. And he is at the top of the order-in list, so chances were good that he would be ordered in for Friday making it a 48-hour shift. Of course. Of course I would have to deal with this on a day that he is on shift because nothing ever happens on the days that he is home and able to take care of it. *shaking fist*

He went into problem-solving mode and called our go-to A/C guy. He left a voicemail. Of course he wasn’t going to answer at 10:30 at night. Why would he?

So we turned off the unit and slept in an 80-degree house. It was lovely. *sarcasm dripping – or is it sweat?* Oh, sure, we opened windows…to let in some of the “cool” 78 degree September Florida air. We also brought box fans into the bedroom…to push the hot air around.

This morning at 6:30, hubby’s phone rang. It was the A/C guy. Thank god. He would stop by the office to get his tools and his truck and then he would be on his way. Now the dilemma for us was deciding who would stay home to let him in. Hubby decided he wanted to be present to hear what the guy said and decide what to do. Because chances are good that if he went to work there would be many things keeping from being able to talk to me about what was going on. It’s likely there would be a violent car crash, structure fire, and three codes in a row while I needed him on the phone…because Murphy loves that shit.

So hubby took care of it. Compressor failed…it’s 12 years old. He was good cop and I was bad cop as we discussed price. Tomorrow afternoon we will have a brand new unit installed. And, as a perk, we will get all new copper! Because the expense of the unit should be sweetened with this perk. Ah, the things we get excited about as homeowners. Now I only wonder if they will let us keep the old copper so we can sell it to help pay for the DAMN AIR CONDITIONER. 🙂

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Life.

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Today I went to lunch with a coworker who has become a friend.  We were engaged in great conversation and enjoying lunch.  By the time we left the restaurant, I realized I was taking life for granted.

Near the end of our lunch, the fire department came in with a gurney and as the restaurant fell silent everyone wondered what happened (as humans do).  It is truly amazing to see a room of people fall silent and then become concerned for another human being in unison.  It improves the perception of the human condition, for sure.

Hubby being a fire fighter, I texted him to ask if he knew what was going on.  When he texted back few moments later, I learned that there was a 70 year old man having a heart attack.  The fire department medics were working a code in that restaurant.  (We could not see what was going on because it was in a different part of the restaurant.)  For some reason this hit me like a ton of bricks.  This guy was out having lunch and was hit with a heart attack.  Whammo.

We left to get back to the office.  We both left with this man and his situation weighing heavily on us.  We hoped he was ok.  We hoped the people he was having lunch with are ok.

I assured my coworker that I knew he was in good hands because the fire department is well-equipped and I felt sure that man was in good hands.  And, that’s with my bias aside because my husband works for the department.  I know they’re good at what they do.  I trust that they did everything they could to help that man.

I don’t know for sure what the outcome of his situation will be.  I do know that I was taking life for granted today.  If everything happens for a reason, then that may be what I was supposed to learn from this man’s situation.

I don’t know who he is or even what he looks like, but he will remain in my thoughts.  Life is precious.