Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Heat and the Humidity

I need to confess something. I'm tired of being hot and sweaty all the time. Some people may enjoy the aspect of summer that keeps them warm all day. I am not one of those people.

Since May, my car has been without air conditioning. If this were still spring, or possibly mid-fall, this would be a tolerable thing. But driving around during the hottest part of the year with no air circulation has become unbearable.

In truth, on most days, it isn't so bad. I can roll the windows down and let the breeze blow through. Sure, the breeze is like feeling the hot breath of a fire-breathing dragon slapping me in the face, but at least the air is moving. It's the rainy days that get me way down.

See, when it rains, one can't exactly roll down the windows, can one? No, because then, the driver, and the interior of the car would get soaked. This would make for an unpleasant drive and a disgusting, mildewy smell in the following days. It's not good.

The problem I have won't be solved by a simple recharge of the freon. No, the problem is with the fan that circulates the air. This means that my issue isn't only with the a/c. It's with anything associated with the ventilation system. This also means that, if I let this go for the rest of the year, I'll have no heat or defrost during those cold winter months.

I have no money to brag about. My jobs keep food on my table and a roof over my head. God help me if I need to by new clothes, because those jobs sure wouldn't put new clothes on my back. And those jobs certainly do not afford me the luxury of having a $200 piece of equipment replaced in my car.

Yesterday I made the plea for my readers to help me in finding a new job. So I feel a little strange asking for your help two days in a row. But I've grown desperate. I need help.

Thus, I've added a DONATE button to the right side of the page. I honestly don't expect anything to miraculously accrue in my PayPal account, but I had to put it out there. No one can answer the door if I don't knock, right? No donation is too small. Or too large for that matter.

I used to think I had too much pride to ask anyone for help, especially when it came to money. But I've learned that, when you're broke, you really can't afford pride. Besides, I miss the feeling of forced, cooled air blowing in my face too much to remember what pride even looks like.

1 comment:

  1. Good luck, friend. My piece of crap Escort has been without air since 2004, but at least I have heat and defrost. No air is easily tolerated, but without those, it will be impossible for you to even drive during the winter.