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Friday, June 7, 2013

Temperature in New York City, Part II

Who knew getting air conditioning in a pre-war New York City apartment could be so dangerous?

In my last post, I told you about the incredibly hot weekend last weekend with temperatures in the 90's and no a/c in our apartment. On Saturday night, the thermostat peaked at 89 degrees. Holy moly! I literally laid on the couch all day and ate popsicles. It was too hot to do anything else.

Finally on Sunday, Mike came home from Chicago, so we decided to install our window a/c unit which had been sitting on the bedroom floor all weekend, taunting me with uselessness. The instructions said you should start by cleaning the window, so I did just that.
Nothing to see here

Yep, I cleaned the windows from the fire escape in my pajamas because it was too hot to wear anything else. (Anything legal, that is.)

Then as we were lifting the 67-pound unit into our window, Mike's hand slipped and before I knew it, it was a scene from a Martin Scorsese movie. There was blood everywhere, including in every slit of the a/c. It even looked like a part of his finger was missing.

Well, apparently in a time of crisis, I'm not exactly what you'd call a "Cool Kitty." I panicked, screamed, kept yelling "Oh my god, OH MY GOD!" and even blacked out for a few seconds. Luckily Mike was able to multi-task bleeding to death while calming his wife down. He serenely told me, "It's okay. I'm fine."

Thankfully, he is okay and still has all 10 fingers minus a few fingerprints. He also knows he can never murder me because his DNA is all over our apartment.

After the blood bath, we decided to call a handyman to finish the job. Hiring "Kimani" was the best $80 I've ever spent.

Now, I'm wondering what I'm going to do when we have kids, because I hear they bleed. A lot. And I'm guessing Kimani will not be able to bail me out then.