When a/c’s on the fritz.
The drainage system of my central air conditioning system needs to be flushed. Hey, this is Florida people! This is a big deal.
Today threatens to be a hot one. Hotter than Hades. So, until the a/c repair person arrives, (I don’t know if it will be a man, so I’m going gender neutral) I’m giving my a/c system a break. Water is accumulating in the metal pan beneath the system. If too much water accumulates, it will spill over and begin to create water damage in the house I rent. But before that happens, this unit has a shut off switch and will shut itself off. My fear is it will NOT turn itself back on after some water has evaporated. That would leave me with no relief at all from what threaten to be scorching temps this afternoon. So, I raised my thermostat and in effect turned the unit off to let some water evaporate. Then if the said repair person doesn’t get here today, after some water has evaporated, I can turn it back on during the hottest part of the day. Remember, this is Florida and the temps are brutal right now…and he/she probably has a long, long client call list today.
So,, here’s the glamour part…don’t want you to miss that!!! I’m sitting before my laptop in my coolest, cotton, shortie PJs with my window’s open to catch the small breeze out there, a fan is blowing on me, and I’m sweating some while typing this out. Of course you can see the glamour in that. Why, it’s akin to Hemingway’s involvement in the Spanish Civil War. No? Not quite? Not close? Well, anyway, I do need a hand-held A/C system right now.
Romans 12: 12 [NASB] ~ rejoicing in hope, persevering in tribulation, devoted to prayer,
Lighter, brighter, a dash of humor…new photos in the side-bar.
Of course I’m still blogging about murder mysteries, detective stories, romantic suspense, thrillers, cozies, and espionage stories, as well as policing, first responders, and the military. I find myself increasingly linking crime fiction and policing to the human psyche, culture, and societal institutions. I hope to offer a “merry” view of my subject matter — merry in a biblical sense. This would be not only a sense of humor, though I love a lighter touch where appropriate, but also healing and wholeness.
Since I’ve moved from the industrial northeast to Florida, I’ll be incorporating a more breezy, beachy, tropical feel.
Proverbs 7:22 [KJV] ~ A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
The weather was balmy in Jacksonville today. That’s the only word to describe it. In the low 80s with a soft breeze. I had to mention it.
This is the street Sophie and I walk down twice a day so she can do her business.
Since I’m a transplant from Brooklyn, I hate to lord it over anyone…especially since the northeast is supposed to get more snow. Oh, who am I kidding. It’s fun teasing you Yankees about it. All of a sudden, I’m a southern gal. Isn’t that a kick?
I moved my fire-pit today. I live in what they call a duplex here. In Brooklyn they would call it an attached house. It had been on my neighbor’s side of the property. He didn’t complain. But I knew I’d put it up too far over. So, I remedied the situation. As the day was gorgeous, the little bit of work went quickly.
Last night there was no shortage of good food, happy people having a wonderful time, a great band for dancing and fun. Grand Banquet Hall, University of North Florida, Jacksonville, Fl.
One of the most wonderful things about this inauguration, from the Trump Welcome Concert to the Washington, D.C. balls (which we watched on a large screen with sound on mute, as our own band was playing)…to the upcoming National Prayer service on Saturday is the feeling this is the people’s inauguration. Watching the D.C. inaugural festivities, though certainly elegant and replete with pomp, also often had a hometown feel. I loved the absence of so-called “A-List” celebrities.
This morning, after walking Sophie around the immediate neighborhood to check out the aftermath of Hurricane Matthew, I came home and cleaned up the tree limbs and debris from my yard. Then I was too exhausted to even make a sandwich. Since our area has power, went down the road to the Golden Corral for lunch.
Thankfully, there wasn’t much damage. That may be because most of my neighbors have chainsaws and when they have a sick tree behave as if they’re in a scene from “Chainsaw Massacre” and immediately take it down. So, there wasn’t much for Mother Nature to do in that regard. ~~ The tree on my corner, kitty-corner from my house.
Tree limbs down outside the playground of the Christian school down the street from my house.
I heard something(s) banging around outside last night but it was too dark to see what was making the racket. I believe the culprits were the garbage can somebody left outside at the church across the street and a plastic planter somebody didn’t secure. ~ Since I lived through Super Storm Sandy in Brooklyn, I’m storm preparedness compulsive. I take everything inside, everything.
The only damage I saw was this tree limb down on my neighbor’s fence.
A tree on Sophie’s walking route that has weathered many a storm and has the battle scars.
The only tree I saw uprooted was in the front yard of a house for sale. I guess nobody from the cast of “Chainsaw Massacre” lives there anymore to mercilessly take down a sick tree.
Tomorrow I go to my church, which is on the beach, for Sunday services. I’ll get a first look at the damage in that community from Matthew. Though, I understand community efforts at clean up have been so swift that I won’t see the true level of devastation.