Handy Dandy Mahala

It's been a crazy week in the land o' Mahala. My visit with the noggin Doc on Tuesday rattled my cage a little. I was thankful for the long drive from Big City back to the holler, to give me time to stop snifflin', snortin' and blathering incoherently.

Memory is a strange thing. One little sliver of recollection can lead to an avalanche of old emotions. It is amazing.

Also amazing? How a perfectly timed text message or call from a friend can bring you back to the present and snap you out of it.

Anywho...

I finally got one of the air conditioners installed yesterday. I went ahead and put one up in my room. Ma's will have to wait until the Amazon is off work, I'll have to move some furniture and do some excavating to get to the flippen window.

Can you say Pack Rat?

I thought the new unit had me whooped. After I assembled the little accordion side wing thingies, then wallered it down the hall, trying not to break the side wing thingies off in the process (a smart person would have put it together in the room where it was being installed,) moved my hope(less) chest out of the way, opened the window, removed a wasp nest and some mouse poop (I'm in serious danger of losing my Domestic Goddess Girl Scout badge) and shoved the tiniest little air conditioner they make giant monstrosity into place, I discovered that there was about an half inch of daylight shining around the bottom.

Nothing works right in trailers. Nothing fits like it's supposed to. Nothing.

While normal windows have a wooden sill where the air conditioner would sit flush and could be held in place with screws, trailer windows have aluminum tracks.

I sat there for a second, on my knees, sweating like sumo wrestler and trying to figure out what to do. I thought of getting a towel to fold up and put under it, but we're sorta running low on towels anyway.

Then, I remembered something that would work just as well.

So if you drive by a crappy little single wide in Frog Pond Holler and see a pair of old Wranglers sticking out from under the air conditioner on the end of the house, blow your horn and wave.

You might be a redneck...

Hey.. at least I got it done. Those jeans don't fit anyone in this house anymore anyway. And? I slept all night for the first time in weeks.

Time for me to get back to work. Ya'll have a good one. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!