thank you, hvac guys!

thank goodness for those wonderful guys that get trained to fix a/c units... ours quit working a few days ago, but i didn't really notice due to the chills. but, i started noticing yesterday, so i decided to do a little test to see if there was really something wrong with our a/c or if it was just being finicky- i turned the thermostat all the way down to 50. by late afternoon, the thermometer for our apartment read almost 80. i had my answer! this morning i called the leasing office, they sent over the maintenance guy. his name is jerry. he's really nice. and he always whistles... except for when he gets mad, like this morning when he had to run off and call the cops on 'those stinkin undesireables'. apparently that's his term for the few, the sneaky and the brave (and homeless) that try to solicite a place to stay. oh, we live in a pretty secure area, but every now and again, a few questionable characters manage to get through, just outside of the peripheral area of jerry's ever-watchful eye. they seem to manage to run pretty fast, too- the cop car came and left, empty-handed. empty-seated, whatever you call a cruiser that couldn't catch what it was after... on one hand i feel so bad for some of those homeless; it's sad to see them trying to beg a place to stay. on the other hand, most of them could probably have prevented their sad situations by rethinking a few particular choices. this inability (or refusal) to demonstrate good decision-making skills is evident in the fact that time after time, they come back to the same place and get the same results. and face the same wrath of jerry... duh!
so now, the apartment is cooling down, cole is more comfortable (but still doesn't feel the need to nap- arghhhh!) and were kelvin not plagued by the chills, he'd be very happy to come home to a nice cool apartment. poor guy got the bug too! he still went to work... after having to change the flat on his truck. he's sick, feeling pretty nasty and is out there changing his tire so he can get to work. my thinking is, "you're sick, you have a flat. it's a sign- GET BACK IN BED!!!" but, off he went. at least he'll have the weekend to recuperate. i hope... he's talking about taking cole to the pinal county fair here this weekend. ummm, i think it's delirium. from the fever [joke]. he said he saw tigers earlier this week. tigers in the desert... wha...? yeah, apparently these are fair tigers that like to get places early but stay nicely in their cages and don't mind the desert-ish climate. and they aren't bothered by men in dirty trucks driving past, scratching their heads and gawking. wonder if they are litter-trained... no, i don't feel ready to welcome a tiger into the household, cole doesn't need to be encouraged in his rather brutal attention-getting skills. a pet might only make him jealous.
ANYHOOOOO- enough rambling. now that we're not sweltering, i no longer have an excuse to put off housework. i got lucky, you could say- first i was sick, then it was just too hot... there's no more outs left, so... gotta do it! how mundane... tigers are more interesting than vacuuming. so are hvac guys and angry jerry. although i'm sure jerry is quite calm now, since the undesirables left hours ago. really, though, we like jerry, he's a good egg! and he whistles... :)