During the 7 months that I was away, the air conditioning device in my room took a nice long vacation from functioning 24/7. I have now returned. It's officially summer and to be in a room without air conditioning equates to suffering in a self-induced sauna.
Last night, after being forced to pick up its arduous work schedule, I came to the conclusion that my air conditioner is going on strike. To punish me for making it undergo a relentless torture, it started dripping water down the wall.
That water eventually collected on the floor. Where some of my books and papers had been set.
Yeaaaahhhhh...
I don't have enough money to provide my air conditioner with some Social Security so it can quietly retire on a beach somewhere. I can't afford to replace it with a younger, stronger model. It has to continue laboring in my room, spewing cool waves of relief. Once I had turned off the switch, I cleaned up the water and began an operation.
I removed the front cover to expose the AC's innards. I hooked a couple of tubes to drain the water that pours out and slanted each tube into a large 5 gallon pail.
Well, at least it works.
Barb the French Bean
