Thursday, October 21, 2010

Maintenance

I don't know what it is about me that makes me really like to take things apart and put them back together.... Yes I do It's Daddy. Daddy said once "I figure if someone else can do it so can I"

That is how it starts. Well I was in one of those moods. Our air conditioner was making a funny noise the other day. We have not been running it much lately but I wanted to turn it on today so I thought it fitting to go check it out.


Arn't we good maintainers? So I came back inside and watched a video where the dude had taken off the outside cover to wash down the fins. We have never done that. Peeking through the ribs in the cover made me realize... well see for yourself.


FYI that all turns to mud when you get it wet. You then find yourself standing in swampland thinking "I should have seen this coming." Now I am waiting for the swamp to sink in. I sure hope this will fix that noise. Probably not, but I feel absolutely certain it is what caused it in the first place.


Update: didn't fix the noise but the house gets cooler much faster. Don't quite know what to do now.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Dirty old men

Funny thing happened on the "Meals on Wheels" route Linda and I volunteered for yesterday. It was one of our last stops and I got out to take the meal in. In this particular house I had to walk past the old man in his recliner to put the meal on the table. As I passed he stuck out his hand to greet me and began going on and on about how sweet I was and he was so thankful and he pulled me down and kissed me on the cheek. I thought nothing of it except that my shirt was not appropriate for bending down in front of old men, oh well. I continued to the table, he kept talking "Yur new aren't ya."
"yes" I replied "just filling in today"
"This yur first time here?"
"Well, my first time here," he grabbed my hand again as I passed to go back "My first time to get a kiss" I said as he again pulled me to him this time hooking me with his other hand.
"Well Give Us a REAL Kiss"
He did not just say that I thought "I don't think my husband would appreciate that" I said as my shirt gaped open again from the angle at which he was holding me down. At this time he began to apologize for his comment, yet not without letting me go.

About 5 good solid seconds into this 15 second apology with his eyes darting from my face down my shirt I stopped fighting and thought OK dude there it is get a good long look, you might as well look until you're finished.

I left his house feeling a bit violated but laughing hysterically and remembering how when I put the shirt on that morning I had actually thought This shirt can't be trusted, ah it's OK I will be in a sweater all day anyway. Note to self - listen to the little voices when there is a possibility you may run into dirty old men. LOL