My dad was the type of guy that worked on cars, built stuff out of wood and fixed things around the house. He also worked in the public. So, he knew lots of people. Around the house, if he didn't know how to fix something, there was a good chance that he knew someone that did.
Last week I really missed my dad. See, my dad passed away in January of my freshman year of college. And, prior to that I didn't take the time to absorb much of the knowledge he had gained over the years. In high school, I wasn't into fixing cars and building stuff. I was self absorbed and into my sports.
Now, ten years later I am still into sports, but I am into working on my car and I really like building stuff. I have sort of taught myself most of what I know about those things. The area that I feel the most inept in is stuff around the house. I don't know much about what makes for a good refrigerator, how to fix leak pipes, and I know nothing about why my air conditioner won't condition the air.
See, on Tuesday, my wife called me at work to inform me that the AC wasn't working. I tried to help her over the phone, but I was pretty much just guessing. When I got home, I took a look at it and got it to blow air, but it was warm air. We had a couple people come look at it and both people sort of said the same thing. The problem is that I didn't know much about what they were talking about.
This is where I missed my dad. He would have known what they meant when they talked about coils, capacitors, pressures, and tonage. I made some phone calls to get some advice, but it was not like having my dad there to discuss options.
Luckily, Kim's dad was in town and he helped out a lot. So, a big thanks goes out to him.
In the end I am getting a new AC unit put in, which I think is the right decision, but I would feel a heck of a lot better if my dad were here to say it is the right move.
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