Air conditioning drama

Soooo....last night Chris and I met up with some work friends after work at La Hacienda for drinks and nachos. When we got home Chris noted that the house felt warm so he checked the a/c control panel and sure enough it said the house was 84 degrees instead of the 80 it's set at. He put his hand up to one of registers and only felt warm air blowing out. Great, a busted a/c unit in the middle of August. He spent the next hour or so checking wiring and electrical panels, but no luck. So first thing this morning we called an HVAC company to come by and check it out. It's only supposed to be in the mid 80s this weekend, but next week is heading back into the 100+ territory so we really needed to get this thing fix pronto. Around noon the service guy showed up and is actually out back with Chris fixing what turned out to be a bad fuse and some sort of connection wires. A little easier to swallow than a whole new HVAC unit.
While we were waiting for the service man to show up this morning, we spent a little time in the front yard doing some well needed yard maintenance. Chris tackled trimming back the plum tree in the front yard;
And I got the distinct honor of de-weeding the roses.
I only fell on my ass once when I was giving a weed (the size of a bean stock) the old heave-ho and wasn't ready for it to give so suddenly.

After my traumatizing foray into yard work, I cleaned up and headed over to the downtown farmer's market. I had a hankering for sweet, orange cherry tomatoes. Somebody had brought some to our work potluck on Thursday and I've been craving more ever since.
Dear cherry tomatoes, you are my new best friends. Note to self though, never again go to the farmer's market so late on the first weekend the college kids are back in town. It was like a freaking cattle call. Horrific. Yeah, I'm talking to you - slow moving, skanky college kids and hippies.

Our neighbor, who just lost her house to auction, is having a yard sale today and everybody and their brother is parked on the street, half-way around street corners, in OUR driveway (promptly told to move by old man Hartman), in front of the mail boxes, and sometimes right in the middle of the street. All for what appears to be some half-melted candles, random serving platters, an ugly painting, and other household "treasures".

Oh! The a/c service guy and is done and we are once again living the high life with a/c. Woo hoo! And only $150 to put new parts in and give a thorough run down of the system to Chris. By far the best money we've spent so far this weekend!