I just had to jump in here before moving ahead with photos and trip highlights.
While we were away, we found out our air conditioner went out. When we got back, we were told it could not be fixed. It is almost twenty years old, so I can not complain...not really. We were living on borrowed time. They also informed us that it would be Tuesday before anyone could do the work. So we hunkered down. Literally. We inflated mattresses in the basement, moved Winston's cage, and shifted furniture to build a make shift movie theater in front of the tele. It was pretty pleasant until you got to the fourth step from the top and then there was the oppressive wall...surely a gate to Hell. Nope just my living room. Prickly heat anyone? I have plenty....
We inflated the slip n slide and took turns. My son was the one who discovered that not all the stakes were mashed in all the way. ZZZZZIIIIIIPPP! Right down his back. So we huddled in the shade and wading pond to examine him and decided he should take a rest. He lost his turn. Then later we washed my car with super soakers. It's all fun and games until someone gets soap in their mouth. Then it's hilarious. I tried to soothe my daughter by telling her that while I was growing up, we didn't always have air conditioning. She threw her arms around me and wailed "I'm SO sorry!" Hush child and drink from the hose.
I'm a tough old bird. But I must confess that my optimism began to falter when all my dog's hair fell out and he lie immobile under one of the chairs in the basement too tired to pee or pant. I went and got a cold rag to wipe his little armpits and the pads of his feet. He could only raise his legs in approval and chuff. I fixed up Zip loc ice bags and handed them to the kids and marvelled at the fact that my cheese was separating on the counter; melting on its own. I was amazed when my pork tenderloin thawed in two hours straight from the freezer. My toilet seat was hot. Even my ears were sweaty.
It took those magical mechanics from 9a to 2p and a whole lot of copper tubing combined with freon but I have become a happy woman. I've gone from 101 to 88 degrees and am considering a parka to aid my frigid old bones. No, actually, I've perched over top of one of my registers and refuse to move. Thank the Lord for lap tops. I may die of heat stroke, but the frostbite on my butt and thighs will throw off CSI investigators better than any twist Agatha Christie managed to concoct.
So with the ice age forming across our kitchen floor, I ventured into the kitchen and began to cook. What else? I had to. I had to cook for my daughter's school luau. And then there was the pork tenderloin I needed to roast for dinner.
Have I mentioned that my ice maker won't speak to me anymore? It just spits crushed bits at me whether I request it or not. What a sore loser.
Well, we must be on the road to recovery. Winston opened one eye and thumped his tail. He's considering a different register on the floor. Yes, because I don't share well.
We will get there though.
Have a cool day....really. For me.
