Okay. It’s summer. If our weather wasn’t south-Tennessee valley hot and muggy, we’d make the absence of ‘hot & muggy’ our primary conversation topic. Heck, we’d be all concerned and antsy/crazy that our summer wasn’t living up to its ‘same & usual’ of hot, muggy, mountain obscuring, humidity and heat.
I expect heat & humidity in mid-summer. It’s where we are. I don’t turn on the AC unit until things reach 85 in the den, but temperatures above that will find my hand reaching to awaken the cooling beast from its winter slumber.
What I did not expect was my A/C unit to begin belching warm, wet, dragon-breath air into my living area. Rather unnerving, to awaken and find the home area warmer than when I settled in for the night. Anxiously, I rechecked the thermo, needlessly repunching the buttons in a futile effort to coax cool dry air from the humidity-saturated ventwerks of my ageing home. As futile as my kneeling beside the coil unit outside, in humble supplication, ultimately unheeded by the AC god, who demanded more than what might be offered by an ageing, sweaty homeowner. AC wanted attention from from a special priest of AC. With a heavy and doubting heart (heat wave in progress), I called a local business, one that I had driven past countless times.
I expected an appointment within hmmm, 36-48 hours (heat wave). And to deal with a tired, over-worked service tech. (again, heat wave)
I DID NOT expect to have a tech in my home within 90 minutes! I understand, I musta hit it just ‘right’, but wow!
A pleasant, professional tech (Wes Horne) arrived with a fully stocked service van, diagnosed the problem, and before you can say, “Bob’s your Uncle!” the manorhaus was again dropping to its wineceller preferred temperature.
Old time ‘nooga residents might recognise/associate the name ‘Horne’ with a couple of area eateries, that offered good food at decent prices. Though the restaurants are long gone, apparently, the family offers the same high standards in the AC trade.
– John J.