We managed to keep from roasting alive last weekend. I know you’ll be glad to find out that your blog host is still alive and kicking … and mostly cool again after our house was hovering at oven-heat for a few days. It was 95 upstairs and not much cooler down from the later part of Thursday all the way to late Saturday afternoon. We were freaking out a little, thinking we would have to pull money out of thin air for a new outside unit… but the unit was not the problem. There was a bad relay switch on the control panel inside.
My husband, being the electronically gifted sort, and an engineer, decided to try and tackle the issue by installing a new control panel himself. The A/C guy said it could save us up to a cool thousand if he just bought the part and programmed it. I was excited about saving the money, but more excited about the “COOL” part. Sweating on every available inch of skin surface gets really old, y’all. Texas heat is gruesome. Not to mention, I turn into a evil zombie that won’t even let her children touch her when I’m that hot. NO STICKY HOT THINGS COME NEAR ME.
It’s good for everyone in my family that our A/C is working. I decided that if I was the tattooing type, “KEEP REFRIGERATED” would be what I would have imprinted on myself. Because Texas summer (and by this, I mean 3/4 of the year) minus A/C is just not something I want to suffer through.
When I say zombie, I mean like aimless, mindless, “nothing but keeping cool is on your mind”. That’s no way to live. I seriously did not open mail, check email, answer calls, cook (heaven forbid the oven had to be turned on in that heat), or do much besides strip to near naked and hope the boys were busy playing somewhere and wouldn’t see me. Siberia was looking really tempting. I started to wonder if maybe moving there would be a good option for our family. Surely they need hick-sounding missionaries who cook Texmex.
So, I’m happy to say that life is resuming as much as possible with our A/C working again. There was one little kink… and eventually we will get this ironed out: The upstairs unit is on all the time now, because when you turn both upstairs and downstairs on, the heat comes on. I’m sure there’s some easy explanation of this problem, but until we have a bona-fide A/C man come back to tweak my husband’s Honeywell programming, I’m right as rain being back in the 70’s again.
After we get finished with VBS this week and our Realtor Open House Tour, I’ll be back in to share some neat stuff with you. Until then, say a little prayer for our house to sell soon so we can get started on next year’s garden and reunite with my mama’s kitty-cat in the country.
Lucky is feeling anything but, lately…