AuburnChick's Adventures

Y’all, this heat is something else, is it not?

Tuesday afternoon, the Mr. picked me up early from work, took me to my hair appointment, drove us to grab our weekly meal of sushi (I eat veggie sushi), and then got us back home.

My shoulder was a hot mess (no pun intended) after an especially busy day at work, so I quickly got into a hot bubble bath to get some relief.

After donning my pajamas, I couldn’t figure out why I was still so hot, so I glanced at my thermostat . . .

Oh my gosh!

We knew it felt warm inside, but we thought it was because our evening’s comfort setting hadn’t kicked in yet, but nope, something was wrong.

I checked all of the things, including the breaker – praying for an easy fix.

We heard something running, but it wasn’t the part that pushes out cold air.

The unit outside was going, and the one in the attic was as well.

I quickly called the company we have a contract with and requested after-hours (aka $$) support.

The technician arrived within an hour and, after tinkering around a bit, told us that our unit was frozen and wouldn’t defrost until the morning. Until then, we were out of luck.

How does this happen?

I don’t have a lot of know-how with regard to air conditioners, but I heard the words “coil” and “capacitor.”

The bad thing? We just had our unit serviced in May.

We had been told that we had some big repairs to make, but nobody would respond to the Mr.’s multiple requests for an adjusted estimate. The coil and capacitor are still under warranty, which will save us many dollars because there are some other things that need to be fixed at the same time.

We were a little salty, but we didn’t let the technician know that (we are a nice people). We did tell her that we would have had the repairs done a month ago if someone had followed up with the Mr.

The technician left with only the assurance that she would make haste on the situation in the morning. She didn’t have access to a portable unit to make us comfortable while they figure out what to do.

Most of our rooms don’t have ceiling fans. In fact, the only rooms that do are two guest rooms. We bought the model home in our neighborhood; lighting had been selected primarily for aesthetics – not necessarily function in the Southern heat – so there aren’t any fans in the living room or dining room.

With me still stuck sleeping in my recliner or on my couch, all I had was a small fan to ease my woes, which were compounded by a sling that is super hot in these high temperatures.

I got an email from the air conditioning company around 9pm that evening. It had a bill attached.

The technician had waived the fee for her visit, thank heavens, and our faith was restored a bit.

This was the situation as I got myself ready to go to sleep . . .

Poor Gambit. He was so hot, but he did better with the fan closer to him.

We woke up the next morning to this temperature reading . . .

The technician had left the fan running to prevent the air from getting stagnant. I’m reading dreading my electric bill next month.

My homemade toothpaste, which consists of coconut oil and baking soda, was halfway melted when I went o brush my teeth. It’s normally solid at room temperature.

I reached out to the company mid-morning. I grew a little frustrated and asked the representative if she had a call log. I wanted her to see that we had called – twice.

Yep. Not to say I told you so, but I kind of did.

Of course I didn’t say this out loud. The representative really was very nice.

Then, she asked me questions I didn’t know the answers to, so I added the Mr. to the call.

We finally got things straight, and I received an email with the adjusted estimate while we were on the phone. Coincidence?

I wanted to faint.

Not from the heat but from all of the dollars.

Sheesh.

The Mr. clicked the accept button, and a technician was dispatched to the house to put some refrigerant in the unit to get us by until the required parts come in.

It was refreshing to walk into a cool house after physical therapy and see this on the thermostat.

I heard the Mr. say, “Brrrr, I’m cold” midway through the evening.

Um, sir, which would you prefer – Alaska or the Sahara?

Sheesh.

We take so much for granted, do we not? It doesn’t take much to remind us how truly blessed we are.

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