When I woke up this morning around 9am, the Beast was gone and I had no idea just where he was. I suspected he was back at this one woman's house, working...or trying to....on her AC. He had been only able to work on it early in the morning due to the heat. He can't take it and becomes really sick from the high heat and humidity (we've had rain at night for several days). When he had to work on the air handler, located in the highest area of the attic (an actual platform made for it up in the gable of the roof) and difficult to even get to, he discovered he couldn't get into a position where he could put his leads on it to make sure his diagnosis was right.
He ended up telling the woman that he was just physically unable to work on the AC and then went to a local AC company that was recommended to him by members of his church. He talked to the owner and told him the problem. He said if there was a tech available, he would show him where everything was located, tell him what he had already done and what he thought the problem was so that it made it easier for the tech to correct the problem quickly. He did that and came home, depressed. He told me he never thought he would reach the point where he was unable to work on an AC unit but the weakness in his left arm and leg along with the difficulty he had getting up from a prone position had hit him hard on this particular call. So he said, *As of today, I am officially totally retired and I won't do this any more*.
I told him that he really shouldn't have even tried to work on AC's any more because most of the time the air handlers were located in the attic and have always been difficult to work on for him since his strokes. Especially with how the heat affected him and attics are ALWAYS hot during the spring and summer months. I have never seen or heard of any attic air handler that wasn't difficult to get into, by him or any of the techs that worked for us. But I felt bad for him. I think it was truly the first time that he felt his age and disability.
I went over to Cee's for a couple hours so that I could visit with Michael and Lucy before they headed back to their home in Tennessee. Lucy has to be at work on Friday. As usual, we had a good time. Cee was getting ready to prepare and make her Shrimp Scampi for dinner when I left. I hugged them all before I came home to find the Beast, sitting like two old men, with Dennis is the driveway. It was kind of cute and made me laugh (but not in front of them). The Beast had been checking the pears on the trees, including the Bartlett pears which will be ready in a few more days. Amazingly, we not only have a lot of pears on the trees, but they haven't been decimated by Japanese beetles this year. Dennis claims his traps have caught pounds of them this year and HE is responsible for our good harvest. The Beast gave him a couple pears to take home from one of the pear trees out front. Pears MUST ripen on the tree. They are one of the few fruits that won't ripen off the tree. They will only rot if you pick them before they are ready.
The rest of the day was actually very calm. The Beast and I both took a nap after dinner and he was in bed when I woke up a couple hours later. Tomorrow is his day with members of his church so that was no surprise. He goes to bed early the day before, especially with the heat we've been having. If he's tired, he tends to fade early and pushes himself to complete his day with them. He'll take a shower and then go to bed with the window AC on. Even our nights have been on the warm side lately and uncomfortable due to the night rains. Today we had a late afternoon thunderstorm so it was even worse than usual, trying to get comfortable. Without the AC pulling the extra humidity out of the air in the house, we would be sweating like pigs.
Well, time to get this posted. Love you all. Be good. Be happy. Try to have some fun this upcoming weekend. The kids will be back in school soon and your time with them will be limited. ***Hugs***
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