Cool as Ice*

So, the repairman finally came over to fix our air conditioner yesterday. He arrived around 10:00 yesterday morning. It took him about 20 minutes for him to set up his equipment, and then he was able to get to work.

So, rather than writing a whole essay about what happened, I’m gonna sum it up with some bullet points.

  • We went with a locally-run independent company to have our AC assessed and repaired. The founders of this particular company have also worked as firefighters, which is pretty cool, and it turns out our repairman was a veteran of the U.S. Army. He and my dad were exchanging stories about their service; I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it here before, but my dad served in the United States Marine Corps in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Our repairman looked much younger, though…he looked a bit closer to my age, if maybe just a little older.
  • I also have to get this out of the way: our repairman was quite cute, too. I decided to keep this to myself.
  • The first thing our repairman did was work on the outdoor unit, where the compressor needed to be replaced, as the original one was shorted to the ground. It looked like he needed to roll it on a small cart due to its heavy mass. This part of the job took the longest amount of time to perform, maybe a couple of hours.
  • Then he had to come inside and remove and clean the coil in the indoor unit. It turns out it wasn’t quite as dirty as originally thought, but a cleaning was still a good idea.
  • The next thing he had to do was reinstall the cleaned coil. And while he was at it, he also patched up what seemed to be insulation on pipe in the indoor unit.
  • After conducting a few tests between the indoor unit and the outdoor unit, he was finally able to get the whole thing running.
  • Most of this whole time, my mom was sleeping, while I managed to read some more of A Farewell to Arms. I’ve read about 100 pages so far.
  • The room temperature was nearly 90 degrees Fahrenheit when the air conditioner was finally turned back on.
  • It wasn’t until about 10:00 last night that the room temperature finally came down to its normal 74-76 degrees, and I can finally stand in the kitchen again without feeling like I’m in a hellfire.

And that’s how the story ends! Hopefully we won’t need it repaired again for a very long time!

* = previous working titles for this post were “A Peon for Freon” and “A Paean to Freon”. Neither title quite worked for me after I thought about it for a bit.