The Adorable AC Repairman returned today. He's the one who came a few weeks ago to change the filters and fill up the freon and chastise me for having a piece of furniture in front of my intake vent. He returned today to fix the water leaking from the condensation pan.
But Wait! It gets better.
Last night I heard a very peculiar thumping sound from out back and I went out to investigate. The sound was coming from the outdoor fan unit of the AC. So I turned it off, waited a few minutes and turned it back on. Nothing. It was dead. So now we have a leaking condensation pan AND a dead fan thingumy outside. The temperature began to rise immediately and within an hour it was clear Grayson and I would be spending the night at my folks house last night... which we did.
Anyway, Adorable AC Guy did his best to fix both units today. He was there for more than two hours, went back to the shop three times for parts, and finally admitted defeat when something inside it blew up and shocked him. He showed me where a bunch of wires were all burned black and fused together. Yup. Definitely not fixable.
I called the lady who manages the property for the lawyer who currently holds the house in receivership, to tell her that it's time for a new unit and ask her how she wants to proceed... but have as yet received no response. It's going to cost an estimated $5800 to replace both indoor and outdoor units. Wow. Makes me glad for once that I don't own the property. That's the good news. The bad news is that the earliest they can install it is the end of next week.
Now, while it's admittedly a good thing that Adorable AC Guy will come back and be Adorable in my home again, I actually would prefer having air conditioning. Particularly since there are heat advisories for this weekend, with temperatures climbing into the triple digits. It's looking like I'm going to be spending some quality time with my parents....
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Sure enough
Sure enough, I paid the Sears repairman $125 to come out and tell me the leak in my garage is coming from the air conditioner condensation pan, NOT my washing machine. Oh, and -- by the way -- your washing machine bearings are on their way out and when they go, it's gonna cost you around $800.
Have a nice day.
Chipped a tooth the night before last. On nothing. I have no idea how it happened, but suddenly there was a little sliver of tooth on my tongue and a nasty rough spot on the back of one of my lower front teeth. It's driving me nuts! I can't keep my tongue off of it. I spend every waking moment rubbing my tongue along the back of this tooth. And it feels funny when I talk. You know you're getting old when your teeth start to wear out.
Hope I can get it fixed soon, or I'll go stark raving mad.
Have a nice day.
Chipped a tooth the night before last. On nothing. I have no idea how it happened, but suddenly there was a little sliver of tooth on my tongue and a nasty rough spot on the back of one of my lower front teeth. It's driving me nuts! I can't keep my tongue off of it. I spend every waking moment rubbing my tongue along the back of this tooth. And it feels funny when I talk. You know you're getting old when your teeth start to wear out.
Hope I can get it fixed soon, or I'll go stark raving mad.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Things Fall Apart
I believe I've broken just about everything that can be broken.
The lawnmower you knew about. That still isn't fixed. The up side is that a least I don't have to mow the lawn. The downside is that my folks are paying my cousin to do it, which is nice, but I feel bad about the money they are spending. We took it to the shop two weeks ago: Turns out you can't put gas with ethanol in it into a lawn mower. It destroys their engines. Who knew? Gas is gas, right? Well, apparently not. Lord only knows when the mower will be fixed.
Then my air conditioning went out. I called the landlord, or more accurately, I called the property manager employed by the law firm currently holding my house in receivership. She sent a very nice young guy out to repair it. Turns out the filter needed changing and I had placed a piece of furniture over the intake vent, causing the thing to freeze up.
Next I had a "leak" from water pipes under the house. Or so I thought. I called the property manager and she sent out a pair of plumbers who crawled under the house and clunked around. Within about ten minutes they were on my front porch, smirking. They had "fixed" the leak they told me. I asked how they did it so quickly. They told me they turned off the hose in the back yard. Yeah, I'd left it running. Just a little bit, but enough to flood the yard over the course of a few days.
Now my washing machine is leaking and I was almost afraid to call someone to fix it. If the current pattern holds true it's almost certainly some dumb thing I'm doing ... or failing to do ... that's causing the leak. And it costs $125 just to get the guy from Sears out here to look at it, whether he actually does anything or not. I called, however, and made an appointment for two years from next Thursday or something like that. In the meantime, I will just move anything susceptible to damp away from the washer and soldier on.
Seems like I've been stepping on my own tail a lot, doesn't it?
Grayson recently returned from his first week at his dad's new apartment. That first week without him is kind of lonely, but I know he's having a good time with his dad, and, as I learned last summer, I'll get used to and even learn to appreciate the "Me" time. Nevertheless, it was good to have him home, and we had a nice weekend, just the two of us. This week our task is to go through Grayson's STUFF and choose a couple of boxes worth to send with him to Gray's next week. That will provide Grayson with some toys to have at his dad's – now that he has a room of his own – and clear some space in his room at our house. He doesn't even play with more than half the stuff in there, anyway. I could probably make it disappear and he'd barely even notice.
The lawnmower you knew about. That still isn't fixed. The up side is that a least I don't have to mow the lawn. The downside is that my folks are paying my cousin to do it, which is nice, but I feel bad about the money they are spending. We took it to the shop two weeks ago: Turns out you can't put gas with ethanol in it into a lawn mower. It destroys their engines. Who knew? Gas is gas, right? Well, apparently not. Lord only knows when the mower will be fixed.
Then my air conditioning went out. I called the landlord, or more accurately, I called the property manager employed by the law firm currently holding my house in receivership. She sent a very nice young guy out to repair it. Turns out the filter needed changing and I had placed a piece of furniture over the intake vent, causing the thing to freeze up.
Next I had a "leak" from water pipes under the house. Or so I thought. I called the property manager and she sent out a pair of plumbers who crawled under the house and clunked around. Within about ten minutes they were on my front porch, smirking. They had "fixed" the leak they told me. I asked how they did it so quickly. They told me they turned off the hose in the back yard. Yeah, I'd left it running. Just a little bit, but enough to flood the yard over the course of a few days.
Now my washing machine is leaking and I was almost afraid to call someone to fix it. If the current pattern holds true it's almost certainly some dumb thing I'm doing ... or failing to do ... that's causing the leak. And it costs $125 just to get the guy from Sears out here to look at it, whether he actually does anything or not. I called, however, and made an appointment for two years from next Thursday or something like that. In the meantime, I will just move anything susceptible to damp away from the washer and soldier on.
Seems like I've been stepping on my own tail a lot, doesn't it?
Grayson recently returned from his first week at his dad's new apartment. That first week without him is kind of lonely, but I know he's having a good time with his dad, and, as I learned last summer, I'll get used to and even learn to appreciate the "Me" time. Nevertheless, it was good to have him home, and we had a nice weekend, just the two of us. This week our task is to go through Grayson's STUFF and choose a couple of boxes worth to send with him to Gray's next week. That will provide Grayson with some toys to have at his dad's – now that he has a room of his own – and clear some space in his room at our house. He doesn't even play with more than half the stuff in there, anyway. I could probably make it disappear and he'd barely even notice.
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