Yesterday I had lunch with my younger daughter and then picked up some groceries. I came home and within the hour realized something was wrong with my central air conditioning. I called the office but the guys working were at Home Depot.
It was getting hot in here and Charlie was starting to pant, which sent off real anxiety with me because I’ve been told by the vets not to let him get heated due to his heart condition, etc.
By 3:30 I’m calling again, my fingers bit down to the quick, because on a Friday you figure nothing much will get done.
They got here and quickly ascertained that the whole thing was frozen up. So Nathan told me he’d go get a window air conditioner, bigger than my small one in the bedroom, to keep me going over the weekend.
Why does it always happen right at the weekend?
But then the guys were posed with a problem. The bushes are so thick against the front of my apartment that it’s not easy to get to the window. And the landscaping people had just cut them as much as they ever do on Thursday. Which means very little.
Since I’ve lived here the branches on these bushes have grown so thick that it would not be easy to cut through them. They never should have been allowed to get this bad. And I think they need to be cut down where a person can actually look out the window. Actually I can see out now just a bit after they “trimmed” them.
These bushes grow so close to the wall that they touch the screens on the window, often tearing them up which means replacing the screens, which have to be custom made.
Nathan got something to cut them with and trimmed what he could from inside my living room. Imagine someone cutting the bushes from inside your home. But they were so thick it would take better equipment and we didn’t have time for all that.
The temperature in here was rising and I had my eye on Charlie watching for signs of distress. I was hovering over them because I don’t nurse Charlie 24/7 just to have him have a heat stroke.
This is one reason I hate to leave him. I worry something will go wrong while I’m gone. Every single summer my air conditioner has gone out, and still I don’t have a new one. Which pisses me off no end.
I surely hope the new owners, who are taking over late in October, are better about fixing and replacing things. Because the current one merely tries to patch the problem until the next time it goes out.
So I will have to wait until Monday because Nathan has his small boys all weekend and the guy on call from another property is a veritable idiot and I don’t want him in here. I worry he’d just make matters worse, as that is how things seem to go with him. Why they keep him I can’t fathom.
Because I can’t trust them is why I had my son-in-law put the small window air conditioner in my bedroom last year. However it isn’t going to take care of the entire apartment in this heat and humidity.
I have applied nearly a roll of masking tape around the window unit Nathan quickly shoved into the living room window to keep the bugs out and hopefully the air in. It has those accordion things you stretch from the unit to the side of the window on either side, but they’re fairly worthless and torn up from being used so much.
Because yes, people’s air conditioners go out a lot around here. I’ve heard they’ve been replacing units lately.
I doubt they’ll buy a new unit now that they’re handing the property over to new owners late in October. I imagine they’re trying to spend as little as possible now on this complex, squeezing out as much use as they possibly can while spending the least amount of money. Which isn’t anything new of course.
When I think of owning a condo or something similar, I think of all the big repairs I’d have to hire done and hope I wasn’t getting overblown estimates. So it’s six of one and half a dozen of the other either way. Always going to be headaches whether you rent or own.
Sometimes I go online to check what’s out there to rent. And lo and behold, even the most expensive luxury properties typically have no more than 3 out of 5 stars in the reviews. And there surely isn’t anything like what I have with my patio that’s anywhere near my price range.
All I can ascertain from this is that Tulsa property owners get by with a lot by doing little. Sad indeed.
Charlie and I will be at his acupuncture appointment at 8:30 Monday morning. And then I’ll be on them to get this thing fixed. Or patched. Or just get it humming along till cooler weather gets here.