Yesterday, I found myself face to face with an angel.
I’m traveling around the western US while Mars holds down the fort at home, and I’m on the tail end of the trip. Before I left, I took my car in and had everything checked. Among other things, I spent $1700 replacing the a.c. compressor and recharging the system. Hey, I’m not driving to Arizona without a great air conditioner!
The a.c. died the day before I was to leave cool, rainy western Washington for dry, hot eastern Washington. It appears to be the compressor — the most expensive part to replace.
Problem is, that compressor is under warranty — in Edmonton. If I take it to my shop, the repair will be free. If I fix it myself before we go, I have to pay for it.
No worries, I told myself. We’ll take it slow and drink lots of liquids. People traveled in the days before air conditioning, I told myself.
Besides, I added to myself, it’s Washington. How hot can it be?! It’s not like I’m in Arizona or anything.
Remind me not to listen when I talk to myself in the future.