Spring is upon us, and summer impends. A few unseasonable spikes of hot temperatures make afternoons prickly and nights uncomfortable. Therefore, we started up our swamp cooler a month ago. Nothing is more unpleasant than servicing the cooler in a sudden heatwave, especially if it’s windy.
We’ve enjoyed almost a month of fine cool air at the flick of a switch until yesterday. I turned on the AC. Whackada whackada whackada. Gnrrrrrr. Nngrrrrrr. WHUMP. Total silence. The engine died. Egor came home an hour early from work to inspect the problem.
I called repair shops only to discover that they won’t service a motor crimped closed. At nine p.m., Egor pried the damn thing open and tried to repair it. No luck. Several phone calls today revealed that we would have to order a new motor. ONE place has a motor that will fit our ancient apparatus. It will be here next Thursday, one day before Egor’s mom arrives. House cleaning will be awful sweaty.