We needed a project. We needed some success. After getting the kids through there last months of homeschooling, and all the other sort of last minute things that crammed into the end of the school year, we needed to go back to the shop and have a success. Zac detailed out that he could disassemble the old A/C unit that was in the backyard. I had secretly been dreading this, as I was afraid of some chemical I didn’t understand burning our eyes out, or some sort of outlawed fluid taking off layers of my face. Zac, being a man of science and research, knew we were safe from this. Me, being a woman of little understanding of the workings of the A/C, had only the warnings of random people cautioning me about all the hazards of stuff they probably didn’t really know about. Like the A/C guy who warned me that if we opened a restaurant, we might need a fume hood. Der, stay on track, dude. Just give me an A/C installation estimate! I digress.
This is the old beast when we bought the building.
This A/C was a gas run unit, sold by the gas company back in the day when gas was the cheapest option. We had read stories about people converting these to solar units, and looked into that, but at the end of the day, we just decided that it needed to be recycled. But how? It is so big and heavy, and full of mysterious (to me) fluids and gasses.
Well here is how. Brute force and ignorance. Some whacking, some unscrewing, some yelling, some heavy lifting, some leverage.
Dig this:
Zac and his compressor choo choo train
The next step was to get this off the ceiling on the inside.
To my right here is the step sister of the outdoor gear. This was a very heavy thing attached to the ceiling inside, which I always doubted the integrity of. And had a few bad images flash through my mind as it hung over the kids couch.
Zac put up the scaffolding, and we hoisted that big ass son of a gun down. Just the two of us. Full of romance and passion.
Up!!
Down!!
And one round trip to the metal scrapyard, and we were $112 richer! And a small percentage cleaner, and we had another nasty job off the list. Imagine the day when my to-do list will include things like, “dust light fixtures” or “clean windows”. Or better yet, “turn up music” or “dim the lights”. Yeah!!!
To the scrapyard he goes!!