Like any household with a toddler that needs to be delivered to day care, mornings at the Lindhs are an exercise in stress and the futility of imagining that a 4-year-old will understand the concept of the word “hurry.” Ninety-nine mornings of a hundred, this means that I roll to work at one particular time, and my wife rolls to Andrea’s daycare and then her job at some other time. It’s just how things are.
But for some strange reason, we found ourselves leaving at the exact same time yesterday morning. In the garage, I gave Andrea her kiss and hug, and then gave my wife her kiss and hug, and then got in the car to begin The Trek to Work On The I-10. I pulled out, waving them goodbye, when my wife all of a sudden waved at me to stop. So I stopped. Then she waved at me to get out of the car.
I was fairly sure at this point that I hadn’t run over anything, and there wasn’t much that had to be said that couldn’t be said later, but obedient as ever, I got out of the car.
To be greeted by the fiercest of rackets coming from underneath the hood of my car. Metal-on-metal mayhem. So I reached in to the cockpit and turned the A/C off. Racket stopped.
Anybody who’s spent any amount of time in hot climes knows that the first rule of air conditioner repair is: Air conditioner repair is expensive.
The second rule of air conditioner repair is: If it’s June, you will pay. It’s 109 Fahrenheit here in the days, or 43 Celsius for those of you playing along Metric style. This is not a temperature where you can elect to roll down the windows.
So we got the car in for repair, and $1,300 later, the air conditioner is working again. Yep, one thousand three hundred dollars. Which is a bit of a bummer in that we were planning to go to San Diego in a month. Had budgeted about, oh, I don’t know, $1,500 for that exercise.
Do you smell an eerie coincidence here?
The thing is, though, that it “only” cost $1,300 to fix the A/C unit in the Honda because the compressor hadn’t degraded enough that it had damaged the rest of the system. At a worst case scenario, it would have cost $2,200 to replace the entire system. Which would have been the case if I’d gone to work and back with the A/C blasting in the car. Which I would have done if my wife hadn’t happened to be in the garage waving goodbye to me that morning of all mornings.
Posted Thursday, 29 June, 2006 by Nic Lindh
Another book roundup, including some stellar athletes and soldiers, what might be the most jaded, soul-weary protagonist ever, and some grimdark fantasy.
The Internet is getting creepy, and Nic is breaking out his tinfoil hat after newspaper paywalls push him over the edge.
Nic is tired of tech sites obsessing over Apple’s financials and business strategy. So very tired.
Nic reads a book about the processed food industry and is incensed.
Computers are complicated. This brings out the irrational in people.
Nic proposes the loan word Rechthaberei be incorporated into American English.
The Core Dump is back! Books were read during the hiatus. Includes The Coldest Winter, Oh, Myyy!, Tough Sh*t, The Revolution Was Televised, The Rook, Mr. Penumbra’s 24 Hour Bookstore, Gun Machine, Fortress Frontier, Standing in Another Man’s Grave, and The Memory of Light.
This site will return in February.
From a true patriot to a world-weary detective, a dead god, and a civilization about to sublime from the galaxy, this book roundup spans the gamut. Includes Where Men Win Glory, Wild, Inside the Box, The Black Box, Three Parts Dead, Red Country, and The Hydrogen Sonata.
Springsteen gives a concert in Phoenix. It’s fantastic.