Recently, the very old one died and could not be repaired. Well, it could have been repaired, but the cost of the repair would have been more than the unit was worth and more than the cost of a new one. As it will remain summer here in south central Texas for several more months, we had to buy a new one or risk melting. The new one is much quieter and more efficient than the old one.
As a by-product of its demise, the very old window unit leaked condensation down into the wall unseen by us for an unknown period of time until the water reached Niagara proportions and flooded the floor. Water in walls equals potential mold, so DH had to tear out any of the wall below the window that looked or felt wet and replace it. This wall in our den will be completely replaced and updated sometime in the future, so this was a patch repair.
DH tore out the inside wall with a little supervision from Annie.
Then he tore out the outside wall with a little supervision from Annie.
|Here, let me lick that sweat off your face.|
Next, he reframed under the window and patched the hole from the outside while Annie supervised. (DH did not poop his pants, he sat on a muddy patch on the ground.)
The next afternoon, DH and I covered the outside patch with tar paper and shingles to seal it.
It looks a bit wonky, but then our whole house is a bit wonky-looking at this point.
It was a very hot afternoon, so DH came into the house for a cool drink and Annie took advantage of his lap, not minding that he was sweaty and dirty. She is very relaxed when she sleeps.
Speaking of Annie, we sure wish we could get her to talk and tell us of her history. She has a weirdness with DH wearing gloves where sometimes it will scare her and she runs from him. Other times she doesn't mind the gloves and will play with DH or let him pet her while wearing them. We wonder if she was traumatized by someone wearing gloves in her checkered past. Goofy dog.
|Playing with the "glove monster."|