When we bought our house in 2019, I joined Nextdoor to keep tabs on the goings-on in my ‘hood. It’s mostly just the same group of people complaining about youths running amok or vandalism to their property or the sorry state of education these days or out-of-state newcomers driving up their property taxes. They might be soliciting recommendations for plumbers or handymen or looking for missing pets.
Come to think of it, Nextdoor is an awfully depressing site…
But, it does have its share of entertaining moments. Like this one.
I burst out laughing after seeing this post. Cringing too, because of the horrible grammar and spelling, but mostly laughing.
Oh, Adele. Sweet, innocent, naive Adele. Judging by the number of reactions, Dominic hit the nail on the head. And as with most social media posts, the comments are usually the best part. This one is my fave.
Might want to clue Trudy in too, while you’re at it.
I’m pleased to report that cool air is once again issuing forth from our vents. It took eight long days for our new blower to arrive, and — unlike the old blower — that blew. Naturally, that whole stretch was in the 90s. Monday, we topped out at 105º.
But we survived, thanks to the basement and the whole house fan. I won’t say it was comfortable downstairs, especially when I was awakened one night by a cricket crawling across my neck (at least it wasn’t a spider!), but it was tolerable. Upstairs, not so much. So, we tried to stay away as much as possible. We turned into A/C whores, frequenting houses of cool repute. Buffalo Wild Wings one night, Thirsty’s for trivia another.
Tara got a text on Tuesday stating that the new blower would arrive on Thursday and the tech would be out that afternoon, between 3:00 and 5:00, to replace it. Whew! So, she made arrangements to leave work early, got home, and waited.
And waited. And waited.
I arrived home eventually. Together, we waited.
And waited. And waited.
Dude was a no-show, which was extremely frustrating to say the least. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d had the decency to call. Customer service ain’t what it used to be, folks.
She was on the phone with them first thing Friday morning. They hemmed and hawed and made excuses but let her know the part had arrived and they’d be out in a few hours. I had my doubts, and was crestfallen when Tara called me mid-afternoon to report that they had replaced the blower but the A/C still wasn’t working and they were stumped as to the cause.
I was this close to having a meltdown (probably a literal one, at that) when she started laughing. My dear wife, it turns out, had punk’d my ass. That’s something I would do, not her! By that point I didn’t care that she had pulled a Mark, because our A/C was working once again and that’s all that mattered.
It was a weird week. Kind of a wasted week. It’s nice to be back to normal. Last night, Sydney even got to prowl around the backyard for a bit.
Here’s a random sunrise from last week. Insert your own dawn of a new day metaphor if you’d like.
Stay cool, kids! And if you happen to randomly smell a skunk late in the evening, don’t go wasting Animal Control’s time.