I learned a new phrase yesterday: “It’s a cooker!” We were at Home Depot when Marcia said it, and I thought she was referring to the grills we were passing, but it turns out she meant the weather. It was boiling hot.
I had a little panic attack on Saturday because some girls from church were at my house baking cookies for our youth group bake sale when, for no reason, my electric fan died. “What are we going to do?” I wondered. “What am I going to do?” With each question, I got progressively more and more panicked. “I can’t work under these conditions! I can’t live under these conditions! I’m going to die this summer!”
After we baked six dozen cookies, I hopped online and began shopping for cooling systems. I tried Lowes, Home Depot, Sam’s Club, Costco and Amazon.com. Everyone was sold out, though. Some sales people even laughed at me when I asked if they had any in stock, as if I had just asked the most ridiculous question in the world.
Thank God for the Santa Monica Sears and its overachieving store manager. She had overstocked small air-conditioning units, the model that just happens to be the perfect size for my room, and they had several left. Plus, they were on sale. I didn’t have to think twice before handing over my credit card.
Last night, Rama came over to install it and today I enjoyed wonderfully cool temperatures while I worked on design projects. Sears is my hero.