No "fairytale justice"

Edited to add: There is apparently a bad valve in the new whole-house unit. The head guy has ordered a new valve, but it won't be in until Friday. The unit IS cooling, but the guy said, "I don't want you to have paid that much for it and it not to be 100% right." I am also getting the loaner window unit back for the nonce.

If I were a different sort of person there would be a long string of cuss words right here. Instead, I will merely sigh with frustration.

At one point, all four guys (Head Guy, Talky Guy, Quiet Guy, and Bonus Guest Star Young Bearded Guy) were there clustered around the unit and talking in hushed tones. It slightly reminded me of Concrete Buffer Gone Wild but without the unintentional hilarity.

Then again, the guy is making it right. If I work my timing right, I can spend Friday morning either mowing the lawn (it's cool enough if you go out really first thing) while he's here, or do my Sunday school lesson then, and go over and crunch data later in the day. (I have an idea for a project. It's using some monitoring data I've been keeping. It may not be the outstandingest thing ever but it might have good enough results for next year's Prairie Conference, so I want to start on it soon).

But yeah, it does feel kind of like the kind of thing that happens in a bad sitcom: you wait a week for a new install, and when it comes, it's slightly broken. (Not the guys' fault: apparently it was delivered to them that way which is why it was a hard problem for them to suss out. Head Guy isn't happy.)

HOWEVER I will also say the humidity in here has got below 50% for the first time in a couple weeks, so that's a plus (and evidence the new unit is working)


I opined the other day that, when I agreed to put off the final installation another day (because of the family with "no air conditioning") that I wished there were "fairytale justice."

You know, like in Toads and Diamonds. Where the sister who is nice to the old woman (really a good fairy) gets rewarded for her kindness: she wasn't seeking a reward, but was granted it.

I admit, I was kind of hoping something nice would happen.

Well, the guys did come out today and finish the install. I paid, they left, then I realized: not exactly getting frosty in here.

I went over and felt of a vent. Luke warm air coming out. Ruh-roh.

I decided to wait a bit, figuring, "it's a hot, hot day, it's a house that's been hot a while, so maybe it's struggling." And then I thought, "Well, maybe this is the price of increased energy efficiency: it just won't cool things to as frosty as I'm used to. Didn't someone say something like, 'Don't count on cooling it more than 20 degrees less than the outdoor temperature'? (which means on the 115 degree days we sometimes get, I'm well and truly screwed)"

But then I thought: no, try calling the guy. Ask him. He will either say, "Silly woman, give it time" or "Something is wrong, we'll make it right."

It was the second. The guys are out here now but it doesn't seem to be something simple and obvious which is a worry. (I was hoping it was a "hurr durr, we forgot to throw the pooter switch" or something over which we could laugh and then I could go, "Dang, I'm glad I called then.")

But: I am going to be honest (I am always pretty honest and open on here) - I am done. I am done with this. I am done with summer and heat and it not being cool and my house feeling like an NBA star's recently-removed sweat sock. I can't cope with another hot night, especially since I gave back the loaner window unit. (Though if they can't fix it, maybe they'll give it back. Or maybe I'll just go stay in a motel tonight)

I'm telling myself this is still better than the apartment manager telling me I had too many books (and anyway, I could not have a grand piano in the apartment I had), but my power of convincing myself of that is growing weaker the hotter it gets.

It's way to bob-darned early for me to be sick of summer, but I am. I am totally sick, totally over, totally done with summer, and it's not even calendar summer yet.

And as I said: if fairytale justice were real and I were going to see actual reward for this, my a/c would be working perfectly.

It's 80.8 degrees and 63% humidity in the house right now. Can. Not. Deal.

(And I have Elders and Board meeting tonight, so there's that on top of everything.)