Well, the air conditioner repair guys were
back yesterday. When they knocked on the
front door I hollered out to them, “Come on in.
You’re here all the time, so you’re part of the family now.” All I got back was a nervous chuckle. Guess he wasn’t sure how to take his
on-the-spot adoption.
So on to the problem at hand. About three weeks ago we had another issue
with the unit not spewing out cold air.
The guys came over, bringing the big boss with them this time, I might
add. After an extended search using two
of their cold air escaping meters, they finally located yet another leak. This one was in the coils, then guts of the
machine. Fortunately, it was still under
warranty, so they ordered us a replacement and vowed to call when it came
in. in the meantime they put some kind
of bandaid on it and refilled the Freon reservoir.
About a week ago the secretary did indeed
call. I was pretty excited to see the
number on caller ID. Sadly, she thought
I was someone else. No part just
yet. But she assured me she would call
when it got there. That call finally
came on Wednesday evening. They would be
here with the new part sometime after 9 a.m. the next morning.
Sure enough, they arrived, huge part in
hand. It was almost as big as one of
those small refrigerators you had in your college dorm room. I say “you” because I never had one. They spent the next three or four hours
disassembling the old one and installing the new one. And when they left, they assured us all was
well. Indeed, the cold air was
back. Perhaps now the efficiency would
improve as well.
Until the next morning. Yesterday when we woke up Chris heard a
dripping sound that was foreign to her ears.
She managed to track it to the AC closet. Sure enough, the wooden base upon which the entire
AC/heating system sat was drenched and water was dripping into the base pan
that sits on the foundation of the house.
Wonderful. I called the company
back. After three or four busy signals, I
finally managed an answering machine and left a message about our plight. That was a first. I had always managed to get a human being
when I called. Could this mean they were
already done for the weekend? My cynical
side answered that one right away … probably.
Later on in the afternoon Kel and his
family came over to tell us about their vacation to Glorieta, New Mexico, and
to pick up their animals who had been living with us while they were gone. Oh, and to join us in Friday pizza night, of
course. Didn’t take long for the house
to become home to a steady drone of noise.
Rockets game on TV. Rousing game
of baseball in the kitchen. Christina
and Chris talking at the table. Noa
investigating all my “Jesus oddities” collection in the study.
And finally, around 6:30, there came a
knock at the door. It was the AC repair
guys branch of the family. They went
right to work, reinvestigating all their connections and re-insulating and
taping and calking. Their final
diagnosis this time was a small place they had missed taping before. The cold air inside the tube was mixing with
the hot air in the closet and condensing into water all over the bottom of the cabinet. They assured us all was dry now and should remain
so. We’ll see. I think we may have a lemon on our hands.
Exodus
15:13 says, “In your unfailing
love you will lead the people you have redeemed. In your strength you will guide them to your
holy dwelling.”
Father, thank you for the lemonade
of new AC repairman friends. Amen.
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