It’s expected to be 92 degrees and humid again by Thursday this week. Our central air conditioning unit just died. Looks like we’ll be stimulating the economy here by buying a new central air conditioning unit this summer. Here is this morning’s status report:
Dear Wife:
Well, here’s a status update -
The first thing the technician observed upon opening up the condenser unit was that the control box had been converted into a mousie condominium – complete with about half a bucket of yellow fiberglass insulation nuggets. Since we haven’t found much evidence of mice indoors for a while, this may be a rather old development. Once David (the service technician) cleared out the insulation, he found that a half dozen wires had been chewed on. No zapped rodents were recovered. Anyway, all of the damages were repaired and the system was tested. Still no luck. The compressor is kaput (as I expected). The gnawed on wiring may have been just collateral damage or an incident waiting to happen rather than the root cause.
So… This afternoon between 5:30-6:00 a “comfort advisor” will be over to work up an estimate for replacing the complete unit – ain’t that a comfort? Given the age of the unit, it is not economical or even practical to try to extract and replace just the compressor.
Love… The Husband
I am sorry to hear about the A/C, my mom had to spring for a new one last year, which died when I was supposed to be staying with her recovering from surgery. Anyway, I got off the topic I was going to comment on. I love the term “comfort advisor”, I think I might put that on a card. Miranda, Comfort Advisor.
By: Miranda on July 8, 2008
at 2:29 pm
Yes, the title, “comfort advisor,” does instill a certain warm and fuzzy feeling, doesn’t it? I’m sure I’m not going to feel very comforted when this person presents us with the hit to the wallet that this home repair is going to cost. I might have to hit the Southern Comfort!
By: saintpaulgrrl on July 8, 2008
at 3:52 pm