The first was the AC. The day we moved in, it was sweltering. But I was busy bustling around, directing traffic. Too busy to notice the upstairs registered a steamy 92. But at bedtime, I noticed. And so did every little body in the house. Three days later we had it working again, spewing cold air onto sweaty faces. The problem? No coolant in the system. A detail overlooked by the crew in the winter months when the house was finished.
The next to fall was the oven. Luckily, it was the second one. But unluckily, it was right as I was trying to bake a lemon cake for a BBQ our new neighbors had invited us to. I waited and waited for the cake to finish baking. But after preliminary browning and puffing, the center fell and the oven was stone cold. Electrical malfunction. Two weeks later it was once again warming my pizza and baking my cookies.
The day after the oven was fixed, the microwave inexplicably stopped heating. I say inexplicably because really, have you ever had a microwave completely stop waving? It looks like everything is working ... lights, motion, noise. But no heat. And I tell you, I've come to depend upon microwave heat. Melting butter, cooking oatmeal breakfasts, defrosting meat for dinner ... all daily tasks I put my microwave to.
Just a final word on the "window" service guys give. What is up with that? Is it so difficult to say, set an appointment? Like the rest of the civilized world? Can you imagine if your hairstylist said, "I'll see you sometime between 1 and 4 p.m. today. Please be waiting for me." Or if I told the school, "I'll have my children there sometime between 8 and 11 a.m." But yet they feel perfectly fine with telling me they'll be here sometime between 9 and 12 today. But because I need my microwave working again, I'm a sitting duck. Perfectly at their mercy and timeframe.