Did your sound like someone had tossed a handful of metal spoons into a grinder?
Husband has kicked the unit into functioning off and on now...the problem is in the fan inside, not the unit outside, which is good because it should be easier and cost less to fix.
It hasn't made the horrible noise since he got home again. Perhaps it realizes someone's coming to fix it now that it scared me into calling in the pros.
B or C usually. Murphy and all that.
You have my condolences. We've had
English cold, damp weather for the past couple of weeks. Would you like me to send you some of the leftovers?
YES! Of course. WET would be good. COOL and WET would be heavenly.
The days leading up to the three-digit days were all in the 98-99 range, of course.
I don't think it'll work, though. Friends up north whose gardens were drowning or frosted tried to push some of their cool and rain down here and it didn't work.
Dallas keeps grabbing it and not sharing [pout!]
Given the "Mood: Cranky" bit at the bottom, I'm going to go with C and Yes, it's on the blink.
Which sounds awful. I'm not even leaving the house right now if I can avoid it thanks to those lovely triple digit temperatures. Of course keeping a three year old cooped up in the house when it looks like a lovely day outside is no picnic, either.
I hope you get your AC up and running again soon!
Supposedly we have someone coming tomorrow morning...I gave up on a home fix and called the professionals. Probably should've done that last week when we first heard the odd "little" (then) noise.
We are extremely lucky in having our son living across the street, with newer AC than we have.
e. The first hot day after the warranty expires.
Oh, that was YEARS ago.
But you're right.
The time before that, an old system collapsed on a 100F+ weekend when we had company arriving from a much cooler climate.
1988? Ours died right when the heat started during hottest, driest summer Minnesota had seen in quite a while. We had a warranty from the previous owner that covered the first year. Of course, 1987 wasn't that hot, and the stupid thing worked fine.
Glad to hear it sounds like the fan and not the compressor.
There isn't an All of the Above. Sounds like a motor has gone out. It never fails that things go wrong at the most inopportune times. Good luck on the fix.
Fan motor in the house, not compressor outside. This time.
With the redoubtable Dean coming tomorrow (repairman we know well from 30 years in this house using the same company...) we should be OK.
We'd love to ship you some dank Maine fog. We actually brushed 80 F today, after a couple of weeks with highs in the 60s. Maybe mix your 100 F with some of our winter -20?
Would be nice, but not likely.
There's more serious heat in our future. We can expect our area to be more like San Antonio and points south were 20-30 years ago...so the plants and birds and butterflies moving north tell us.
I'm guessing C. Murphy always strikes when it is least convenient for you.
At least this time we don't have heat-sensitive house-guests about to arrive.
I was going to say sounds like Murphy is slipping, but I really don't want to tempt fate. At least that's a bonus.
When we lived in Houston during Hurricane Rita, we had rolling brown outs for several weeks from about noon until 7. I was pregnant and at home. In retrospect, I should have stayed in San Antonio and visited my parents until that got worked out.
Hindsight's so often 20:20.
Fingers crossed for it to be a cheap and easy fix.
I don't often wish domestic air-con was standard in the UK (it is very rare indeed), but could have done with it last night!
We were still at 90F at 10 pm. Ick.
AC made some parts of the US habitable without big yearly die-offs in the summers. But the air conditioning of the workplace led directly to domestic AC...going from a cool workplace to a hot house--and trying to sleep in the hot house on those breathless nights--that was tough. The increasing age and weight/individual of the population makes the heat worse, including for me...the skinny individual under forty handles heat better than the fatter individual over sixty.