Popularity

You want to be wanted? Go into the air conditioning business. We had a person scheduled to come out today to fix ours. We've been without for three or four days now. They no-showed. When I got home late this afternoon, I found a warm house, a dejected spouse, and a phone book. On my second try, I felt I had struck paydirt. But I had found a company that was, as the representative put it, a "victim of its own popularity." Unless we had a standing maintenance contract with them, it would be three weeks before they could get to us. Yikes.

Tonight, with profound thanks to a benevolent Creator, we are cooler, the air is clearer, and by gosh we are going to be fine. We're going into work after church tomorrow. The air conditioning operates there. Somehow, we will get this fixed before Thursday, when family begins clustering here like iron filings on a magnet. We're entering a long stretch of company. This is good. Old Casa Coalbear is getting a pretty good cleaning and we're paying attention to things that apparently have not troubled us for longer than we can remember. Spending time with family and friends in a place we've learned to like all over again is going to be very tasty icing on a welcome cake.