Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Adulthood = overrated
...I wasn't going to risk having it turn into an issue. I found a deal through a high rated company and we made the appointment last week for yesterday. In the meantime, the Mr did some research on our potential problem and found that when that freeze over happens, it's likely down on Freon. Now, in case you've got an old girl like ours (18 years to be exact...she's officially an adult), you may or may not know that the R22 refrigerant used in older units like ours is being phased out by 2020. Of course new units are more efficient and such but despite having it checked...um, never...but are religious about filter changes, we're not replacing it unless we had to.
The dudes arrived and looked in the HVAC and said all looked good. The Mr told him about the issue we were having and he suspected the refrigerant was low. He said he wouldn't be able to know how low it was until they started filling it initially. He said it would be $122 for the first pound and $100 for each pound after. I told him we weren't going to spend $400-600 and he said no that he'd rather see us put that toward a new unit for that kind of money. Oh, I'm sure you would, sir. I mean, he wasn't trying to sell us one but I just got rid of a car that was 12 years old last year...we're all about running something into the ground. Once he started filling it, he told us it was two pounds down so we told him to fill 'er up. He checked it up and down, inside and out and while she has some miles on her, she's in perfect working order after the refuel and holy crap is it cold in here now! I mean, I thought it was fine before but this is like make sure you're wearing the thick bra in company cold.
After they left, we got in our strength workout and while it wasn't a big calorie torcher, we both pushed the arms to failure and that's what it's all about. That and the hokey pokey.
When we were done, I checked a website to see if the rug that was out of stock the night before was magically available. Guess what? It claimed it was! I ordered it and a rug for in front of the door. It wasn't my first choice but I just wanted the whole rug thing over with. Ten minutes later I get an email saying they need to talk to me about delivery times. Oh yeah...backordered. Small rug will be available in July and the main rug...October.
Let me break that down...four MONTHS from now!
I looked up at the wall...
Then contemplated running head first into it.
Instead I decided to run to the antique store where I got my Annie Sloan paint and grab the quart of Paris Grey I needed since the little test pot I got barely put one coat on the furniture and another quart of pure white since I'm certain I'm going to run out before it getting properly coated. $90 for paint. How I wish that was a typo.
Then we went to a local area rug dealer where a little old man came out and flipped all of the rugs. I told him what I wanted and he proceeded to flip every single rack and show me nothing but the opposite color of what I specified. Finally, to get us out of there, I faked liking one and asked if he could write the info down and we'd come back with a swatch of a couch material. Oy.
We decided it was a movie night and took advantage of the phone call we got to come back to the overpriced video store for half off. We rented The LEGO Movie and Her. Both were good distractions from a day when I preferred not to be an adult. I'll take 1982, playing in the pond with my next door neighbor chasing lightning bugs and listening to Duran Duran on the radio, please.
Any recent situations that have made you want to revert back to childhood for a day or two?
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