How did they live in the South before air-conditioning?

 

How did they do it?

(A lot of mint juleps I would guess.)

 

Our compressor seized yesterday…  It seized and died…

 

There’s no fixing it this time…

It has to be replaced.

 

 

*****Monty Pyton’s “Dead Parrot” Skit*****

 

 

 

 

To reiterate my husband’s Monty Python quotes from after my last egg post——-our A/C is no more…….it has succumbed…….it is no longer pining for the Fjords…….it is an EX-A/C…….it is pushing up daisies and has shuffled off this mortal coil…

And……………..it’s subsequently hot.

Air Conditioners are supposed to last between ten to fifteen years here in the steamy South.

I think ours made it eleven or twelve years?

We are going on our third unit since moving in…

 

And this time, we have to bite the bullet.

We’ll putty-knife up the money…

We have our creature-comforts to think about…….for the creatures and for us.

The news a couple nights ago said we were 102F at 6:00pm…….(actual temperature, not a feels-like temperature)…….and it was the last day of May…….can’t wait until August!

I’ve got the house open as much as possible this morning, to take advantage of the cooler temperatures outdoors before closing it up for the day…

Our house is well-insulated, so it does hold a temperature pretty well……….it will be cooler in the afternoon with the house closed up than with it open.

 

I vacuumed off the ceiling fans (so that we wouldn’t be pelted with bowling-ball-sized dust-bunnies……….)

……….then I cranked those puppies up as high as possible…

 

……….and of course this all occurred on a Friday night after work hours…

……….there’s no help until after the weekend…

So sometime next week……….we should have a new unit installed……….no rain in sight……….no clouds……….above 100F every day……….

I need a sweet tea…