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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

early evening

Please tell me that it can’t get worse than this

We both lost our jobs, we’re close to foreclosure, our two pool motors died, our sports card store can’t open until we get our business license (and it’s taking an awfully long time to get here from Carson City), and at 4:15 this morning we had a power surge that tripped several circuits.  What we didn’t realize at the time, because we were in the master bedroom, which has its own little portable a/c unit because it gets extra hot in there, is that air never came back on.  We called and got a guy out here right away, and he informed us that our compressor is dead.  A compressor doesn’t cost that much less than a whole unit and it only has a one year warranty versus a five year warranty, so it’s not worth it to get the cheaper of the two.  However, I’m sure it’s pretty clear that we can’t afford to fork over $3400-$4200 in the morning to have the new unit installed.  And, with the temperatures at 107/108, it’s getting up to 100 degrees in some rooms in the house...and 94 in the hallway upstairs.  We don’t know what it was downstairs, since everything we do is upstairs, but it wasn’t much cooler.  The big dogs were panting downstairs, the little dogs and a couple of cats, were panting upstairs...and we were laying on the bed, underneath the fan, whining.  Ptooey.