Hellooooo, Our Shiputzim readers!
Now, I realize that when some of our more loyal readers see this post’s title, they will become very excited.
“Wow! A post all about us,” they'll probably say. “We can’t wait to read what will surely be a paean to our many virtues.”
Well, I hate to burst your bubble and all, but, unfortunately, your fifteen minutes of fame have not yet arrived. In other words, this post is not about you.
No, this post is about the other kind of fans. You know, the kind that cools you off. The kind that you dig out of your attic and turn on when your A/C has decided to conk out on you….
I’m sure that most of you can see where this is headed, and I probably can just stop here. However, since I have nothing else to write about, I figure I might as well milk it for all its worth. So here goes.
Last night, at around 9:00, our A/C stopped working. YZG spent some time fiddling, but to no avail. So, we called the appliance repairman, and he arrived at around 10:00 this morning. It turned out that the problem was with the controller board attached to the unit in the ceiling. The repairman jury-rigged something for today and will I”YH return tomorrow to finish the job.
As an aside, I should note that this is far from this same repairman’s first appearance in the blog. In fact, as you will no doubt recall, he played a significant role in this post and also in this post.
In completely unrelated news, here is a picture of what will eventually be the cabinet in the upstairs bathroom:
Right now, it’s sitting in AMG’s room, waiting for the carpenter to come install it IY”H after Tisha B’Av.
That’s about all for now.
Don’t forget to tune in again tomorrow – same Our Shiputzim time, same Our Shiputzim channel.