Regular readers of this here little corner of the internet (Hi, momma!) may remember the great roof saga of last year. It was ugly, it was expensive, it was ultimately totally doable. Well today’s adventure in homeownership is a new air-conditioner. This transition hasn’t been nearly as ugly or stressful. I’ve known for quite some time that my unit was struggling to keep up with Florida heat and humidity, but my own relatively high tolerance for those things has made it a less pressing issue than it may have been.
But a few weeks ago, graduation day, in fact, we came home from post graduation festivities and both the outside unit and the air-handler in the attic had frozen. They simply couldn’t keep up. Right on schedule, my meltdown ensued, right on schedule. After a nice long rest, the a/c came back (and after a few beers and some time in the pool with friends, so did I). We had it looked at and the bad news came. Not only is the unit too small for the house, but it’s old and dying and sad.
So that brings us to today– new air conditioner day! I find myself sitting in a strange space- I am profoundly grateful that this transition is happening with relative ease. I’m not coming home to a 92 degree house and an emergency replacement; while it’s terribly expensive, I’m not having to choose which bills I can pay this month; and despite the anxiety and inconvenience I am reminded of the remarkable privilege of simply getting it done. And yet, I don’t want to do it- I don’t want to hang out as the house gets hotter through the day; I don’t want to pay for it; I don’t want to think about it.
Michael and I have a rule that only one of us has to “adult” at a time, but if we’re totally honest, I think we’re ready for a bit of a break.
Oh wait… the termite guy is here…