I got home from work yesterday around six – I had some errands to run right after work (return the ONE book to the library that wouldn't renew online and stop at Walmart for toilet paper and a packet of dry mashed potatoes I'm going to add to this potato soup mix I found in the cupboard tonight) so when I got home, the house was pretty hot. It was probably in the nineties outside, so it usually gets to the mid-eighties in the house, which is much more than I can stand without – literally – starting to feel sick. Sometimes I wonder how I survived the disgusting summers in Texas… but then I remember: central air set at 74 degrees.
I don't like to run the A/C all day when I'm not there – it's a central air system that can get pretty pricey if I did that (which I have done in the past and while worth it, you do have to watch the bottom line). So usually I turn it on when I get home and it takes about two hours to cool down the house and all is well.
Except. Today I dumped off my purse and purchases and went into the hall, turning on the light so I could see how hot it was inside on the thermostat.
And the thermostat was blank. Off. Dead.
"Noooooooo!" I told the thermostat, wiggling it. Maybe if I jiggled the buttons it would turn on. Nope. Maybe if I hit the switch to "cool" anyway it would turn on. Nope.
Was the fuse blown? It couldn't be – I'd just turned on the hall light; the switch is like six inches away.
Damn. Now I'd have to call an HVAC person. I don't want to pay an HVAC person. This is terrible. Maybe my electrician can look at it. Nooooooo! I don't want to spend money on this! Noooooooo! But I want to be cool and comfortable! Noooooooo! There goes my extra $$$ I was saving for various things throughout the rest of the year! Noooooooo! Ugh, forget this!
It dawns on me that rather than be hooked up to the electrical system, the thermostat itself may run on batteries. I pried off the front panel and LO! There are two AA batteries parked at the top of the thermostat. I have lived in this house almost four years and have never changed the batteries (obviously) so – could it be that simple??
I ran into the kitchen and grabbed two batteries from my battery drawer. Taking the old batteries out, I stuffed the new ones in and – WOO HOO – the screen lit green and turned on! "Sweet Baby Jesus," I may or may not have muttered.
And then – the moment of truth – I turned the air on.
Behind the house, the air kicked on.
Sweet, sweet cold air flowed through the vents.
"Hallelujah," I wept.