Originally Posted Sunday, September 7, 2014
Man. . . that was a hideous post. That is NOT what I set out to say at all. I wanted to tell you about my disastrous few days. I have a built in microwave that started making strange sounds and smelling like burned electrical wire when I turn it on. These are not like the $50 desktop models you can buy. A built in is $500. On Friday night when I came home from the factory, I opened the door and the house smelled wonderful. The maids had come early in the morning, and I wondered what they had used. Turns out they used my candles. About eight of them were lit throughout my old wooden house. WTF!?!?!? The house smelled good, but it felt a little stuffy. That night I had a friend over for a bottle of scotch and kept thinking the house was not cooling the way it should. Saturday, hung over and deadly tired, I went to breakfast then came back home and fell asleep. When I woke up, the house was definitely warm. Uh-oh. The a.c. was not working. I did the usual things. You know. . . turn it off and on, walk around looking at breakers, checking the drain pipe. . . oh. . . and I put in a new filter. The old one was black. I guess they don't last six months to a year? I had little hope. I called the a.c. repair guys, but of course they wouldn't be in until Monday. I called my mother to prepare her for my sleepover, then I went to the gym hoping for a miracle. And when I came home. . . voila!
I need a caretaker. My mother tells me weekly to change the filter, but it is not the same as having someone do it for me.
But now I sit in a cool, dry house while the steam rises in the streets. I figure I have a few extra hundred or thousand dollars now. I am going to look at buying some new cameras.
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