Mr. Fix-it Strikes Again

Today was day two of my air-conditioning repair marathon. After the fil­ter replace­ment, I’d walked around the house hold­ing my hand near all the out­lets to feel if we were get­ting cool air out of them. Found one, the one near the back wall of our bed­room, that was not really work­ing. Damn, no won­der our bed­room has been warmer than nor­mal for a while. Shown a flash­light down there and it looked like the duct­work had fallen off the register.

It fig­ures it would have to be this one, as it is almost the fur­thest one from the lit­tle door into the crawl space under the house. I got on some old clothes, grabbed the flash­light and a roll of duct tape. Crawled around on my belly like a dog sol­dier creep­ing up on enemy lines and dodged other ducts and pipes like bul­lets and trac­ers to get to where I needed to be. The actual repair went pretty fast and smooth. Duct tape is a mar­velous tool and I have used it for a hun­dred dif­fer­ent things, but this was the first time I actu­ally used it for its intended purpose.