A Reluctant Mechanic
Today was the first really warm day of the year. Which means it was also the first day that I attempted to use the air conditioner in the car. I say attempted because it was blowing air that was warmer than the temperature outside when I turned it on. So, instead of getting outside and enjoying the great weather, it was off to the auto parts store. Ordinarily, needing to add Freon wouldn’t be a big deal; but the valve to low side of the air conditioning system on our SUV is in almost an impossible position to reach. And, once I got the hose attached, I had to hold it in a very precarious position being careful not to burn my hand or get something chopped off. As California Girl said “that definitely looked like no fun”. Everything is done now and our pizza is on the way. Hopefully the weather tomorrow when we have time to enjoy it will be just as good as it was today.
P.S. Even though we noticed that the AC wasn’t working when we on our way to the park for our photo session; we didn’t rush back home and start working on the car right away. So, we’ll be posting our first outside photos of the year late this evening after we eat our diner.
Ugh, that sucks. I hope to never turn my a/c on to hot air!
Chickie: It was actually “lucky” that it happened on Monday since we had to take an unexpected road trip to some place where we really needed it. I’m glad that I didn’t decide to wait since it was just supposed to be one hot day before a return to more seasonable temperatures.
We are just getting some nice days here finally (it’s about time too I might add). I usually have the professionals take care of those things on my car, as who knows what would happen if I tried to service my own car.
Rage: I like to use professionals too. Unfortunately, becoming a mega DIYer is a reasonable way for us to cutback and keep our heads above water. That was a hallmark of better times. Hopefully those days will return. There’s something very satisfying about having the work done while I’m busy doing something else. Plus, it’s not me that ends up with busted knuckles.