So, I really haven't had air conditioning much in my life. We had a swamp cooler growing up, and I don't think I ever honestly realized there was a difference between that and air conditioning. Then I went to college and . . . I mean, seriously, WHO has air conditioning while they're in college?
HOWEVER, when we moved to the middle of nowhere desert-ville California, it was a MUST MUST MUST on our list.
Why? Well, at around 3:00 this morning when I was up with horrible heart-burn and mourning the latest update on Preslee Jo, I noticed a little power surge. The power didn't go all the way out, but there was a shortage for an instant.
And at 5:00 this morning when Dave woke up to get ready for work (I was STILL up, mind you -- just could NOT sleep last night), I noticed that it was already 78 degrees in the house, even though the air conditioner was set to 72.
Yes I called Dave (he says it's probably the compressor - I learn a LOT about things like this from him). Yes I called the landlord. No, no one has been able to help yet.
And it's not even noon yet. And it's 83 degrees in here people!!!
Where are we going to go for the afternoon . . . me and my two investigate-everything-in-sight-ers? I have NO idea!!!
7 years ago
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Poor girl. That's awful. When I lived in Texas restoring those big houses none of them had AC. I can feel your pain.
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