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No A.C., Disappointment, and a Lesson in Faith

This past week has been humid in Nebraska. It's all for that dang water we sit on top of, and it makes Lincoln feel like a jungle mid June-late August. It started early this year, and about 4 days ago, we turned on the A.C....and there was a puff of gross, wet air, and then...nothing.
"Ugh. I knew this would happen as we're trying to sell the house!"
Those were both my comments, by the way. The first was my 'angel' side, thinking, "This? No problem, sure, an inconvenience for a few days, nothing more" but the other? The devilish side, who always takes over when yours truly is H.O.T.
If you don't know me very well, know this: One reason that I am really looking forward to moving to the Pacific Northwest this summer is because of Nebraska heat/humidity. It can easily reach above 100, and have about 97% humidity (and as we are smack-dab in the middle of the US, we have no "coastal waters" just sits a fat, heavy cloud).
Enter me, who can work up a sweat changing the TV channel, and it makes for one unhappy lady. Enter crying baby who wants me to play outside with
Enter one extremely wonderful husband who takes care of said baby and lets me mope on the couch.
I was grumpy for a few days, and we called a friend who owns his own heating/cooling company and within an hour and a (cheap!) $100.00 later, we were back in business AND he told us that since it had been installed (8 years) it had never once been not only does it work properly now (and sparkles), he said our cooling bill will be 1/3 of what it was the previous years! It pays to maintain appliances, we just never know until we find out the hard way.

This past weekend also had an interesting trial for me. I haven't been that open about our move, because it is a hard issue for some, but we have had great traffic in our house (1-3 lookers/week!) and two couples come back a second time who love the house. Good signs. The first bought a house that was their first choice (doh! We were #2) and the second couple...we just found out last night was in their 50s and wanted a 1 story (ours is 2--the stairs might be a problem in their future). Otherwise, they "just absolutely loved it".
Understandable, but so disappointing for me. The stress of cleaning it almost every day (just for upkeep, usually the Realtors give me about 45 minutes from time of call to the time they arrive--that's just not enough time for me to clean up after 2 dogs, baby, and leftovers from 2 adults!) and the desire for a change of scenery is just almost to much for me to bear. Not to mention, I was HOT!

So, back to the drawing board. Stefan is determined to move by August 1st, and frankly, so am I. I just want the house to go before us. Now that the AC is on and my house feels (and looks) like a department store, I am ready to wait just a little while longer, it's amazing the faith He gives us when we need it the most.


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