I got home from work shortly after 2:00 PM, looking forward to having an actual weekend off -- one that won't cost me a vacation day, I mean. I'd even thought about getting my new roto-tiller out and trying to stir up some dirt.
But when I walked into the house, instead of the blast of ice cold air that normally greets me, "Dang, it's warm in here!" I exclaimed.
I walked into the hall and checked the temperature on the thermostat, and it read 83°. That's not good. I went outside and checked the main unit outside and it wasn't doing anything. I shut the power off at the breaker, then turned it back on....still nothing.
You know, as much as we sometimes hate to spend money, ain't nothing going to stop us from getting that air conditioning fixed -- not the cost, nor an introvert's distaste of making phone calls. Right away, I jumped onto Facebook into one of the local groups and searched for air conditioner repair recommendations.
The first guy I called said he wouldn't be able to get to it until tomorrow, so back to the drawing board -- or message board, rather -- and called the next number. He answered professionally and politely, "Dukes Heating and Air Conditioning" instead of the "hullo" I get so many times.
I explained my problem, and before I could even finish one episode of JAG, he and his son showed up and got me fixed right up. It cost a pretty penny, but like I said, we don't play around with that air conditioning, especially not when we're under a heat dome. I may have to put off some of the other stuff I want to get done, but it's a small price to pay.
So, the advantage I spoke of earlier is that even though the house got up to 85° before it was all said and done, I never even broke a sweat. I'll tell you one thing, though. I didn't want to eat anything hot, so I made me another 'mater sammich - - and just for something different, I put a little of my homemade pesto on it.
A 'mater sammich is good, but a 'mater sammich with a dollop of pesto is absolutely out of this world.
After they left, I waited a bit until it cooled off. OK, I waited until after 8:00, but it didn't cool off that much. Still, I got out and made the first pass over the garden spot with my new roto-tiller.
I was a little concerned that it wouldn't be powerful enough to cut through that red clay, being electric and all instead of gas, but it absolutely was. When I first cranked it up, it almost ran away with me, but I have lots of experience being a buffer jockey from when I was in the Navy, so I quickly got the hang of it.
It's going to take several more passes before it's the way I want it, but at this point, I have all winter to get it right. I don't plan on taking all winter, but the point is, there really isn't any rush to get it done. I'd rather take my time and do it the way I want it than to feel like I have to hurry up and then not be satisfied with what I've done.
I hope that made sense. It did in my head.
Oh, and I've got to paint the fence before I put my raised beds in place, too.
And finally, that's a hard no from me.
Let's just say, there's a reason I turned it off after only two days.
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