In spite of greeting the receptionist and dentist with my best royalty wave*, I did not get my crowns today. Shoot. I didn't even get a tiara. The dentist was dry fitting the crowns before permanently cementing them in and had me bite down. I don't know, if it was just the angle of the bite or what, but we actually heard the one crown crack, so it had to be sent back to have the porcelain redone on it.
So. I opened my handy dandy coin purse on my wallet and pulled out the temporary crown that had fallen off during our vacation. After scraping the old cement out of it and cleaning it up a bit, the temporary crown was put back on my peg leg tooth. I'm glad I hadn't accidentally set it down on Mom's table or something and totally forgotten it. Thankfully, I'll get the new crowns next week, and it should be a completely painless procedure. Yay.
The guys came out and cleaned the air conditioners. There were big clumps of fuzz and dust that they removed from inside the backs of the air conditioners. In spite of me keeping the accessible part of the air conditioners clean, the gunk in the back really affected the performance. They ended up not needing to charge the coolant, and now we know what we have to do to the air conditioners once the extended warranty has expired. They said that the gunk is a result of the cotton from the cottonwood trees being sucked into the backs of the a/c units when they're running. I wish we could prevent it.
I was busy when the technicians were here, so my hubby handled everything, and overall everything went smoothly. However, there's a little knob that needs to be pulled in for fresh air or pushed out to recirculate the air in the house that they may have lost. It's gone on both units, though, so I'm hoping they're just hiding behind the front covers of the air conditioners. I supposed I'll try to locate them really quick before we call them out again. No sense in them coming out, if we can fix it relatively easy. However, we'll be calling, if we can't find the knobs or can't fix them ourselves.
Ok. Took a couple of minutes and fixed the one, so I know I'll be able to fix the other air conditioner. (The knobs were indeed hiding behind the front covers). Good. I really don't like having strangers in my house. It's not something I liked even when my house was clean in the good ol' days! Now all we have to do is take a few minutes to fix the other air conditioner and spray some new insulating foam to seal them, and we're done. It will be nice to be able to check it off our ever expanding list of things to do.
Speaking of things to do...I have laundry calling me names...er...calling my name, but sometimes I think it I can hear it cursing, if I listen very carefully.
Guess I'd better get busy.
*Yes. I *did* do the royalty wave at the dentist's office. My sister dared me to, and I'm not much for stepping back from a dare. :D
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.