Begin the Day with the Thought that the World is Good

I can attest to that. You hear enough crud out there that it's not...but I do start the day with, and teach my kids the idea that people are generally good. (Ok, I do make sure they know that bad people are out there too, but most likely something made them like that.)

First, let me let those who've checked in on us know that we HAVE gotten A/C on the first floor. The top floor is steamy, but getting better (as I write this immediately following some major thunderstorms). So it is tolerable living here, and during the day the kids are with J and stay downstairs. Cool.

A lovely new neighbor--I shouldn't say new, she lived here before I did!--who has been introduced to me by a friend, reads this blog (and I, hers). We haven't met yet, but I expect to soon, and we typically correspond through postings and email.

She called me out of the blue and opened her home to me and my family in the heat. Welcomed us to come over to enjoy her A/C. It was so thoughtful and generous of her. And the reality is...she is not the only one. We've had a good handful of friends that know the situation offer to take care of us...we even got treated to dinner in our friends' A/C'd house this weekend.

I don't know if we're just lucky, but that can't be true as often as I think it.

Thanks everyone, it really means so much.
xoxo

HOT as H-E-Double Hockey Stick

With most of the renovation behind us, one would think that there was little risk of complete discomfort and/or displacement at this point.

Nope, as O would put it.

We're having record highs today...likely tomorrow, the next day. It is supposed to reach 100 degrees tomorrow. We have no AC in the house.

Our seemingly useless contractor's project manager has been trying to get the HVAC guy here since February. This, from the pack of fools that gave him the final check without him finishing all the work. To top it off, our old AC unit, that we were planning to re-use for our upstairs, has disappeared from the property. Yes, you read that right. Disappeared.

How something called a "one and a half-ton unit" disappears into thin air, particularly when a brand new one is sitting right next to it, seems a bit, well, fishy, no?

We have a 3 1/2 month old baby, and C and I are supposed to go to work and leave our kids and our nanny in this sweltering house? I have too much guilt about that. I don't know what to do.

C called him Friday, asked him to step up like a professional and finish the job. He spoke with him again tonight. He should be here at 9:30am tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed for us. It's brutal in here.

* Photo from tuberose.com. No, I have no idea who that guy is.