I see Rosie the Riveter and Handy Manny in my mind. I hear the theme song from Rocky in the background of my thoughts… we got this.
I am a champion.
I dash back and forth a few times, 5 in 1 screwdriver in hand, and head down the front stairs. My older children watch me in confusion, eating their messy ice cream bars that I absentmindedly allowed in the flurry of sweaty chaos.
My AC is broken. My handyman Dad is out of town. My husband is at a funeral. It is h.o.t.
I’ve seen it done. I can do it. I am woman. Hear me roar.
Maybe that’s taking it too far…but still. I fixed my AC.
In my work dress and chignon, I took off the side panel of the unit, exposing the blower motor, capacitor and wires. I see that the capacitor has burned up (and YES! I even know what a capacitor DOES! Go team me!).
With my dad on the phone, we confirm the need to get a new capacitor. With the help of neighbors watching my kids, I’m able to pop off to the edges of downtown Birmingham, take my little self into the Washer & Refrigeration Supply Co., ask for and purchase a 5 microfarad capacitor for $10. Oh yeah.
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- panel removed
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- bad capacitor
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- shiny new capacitor
I zip home in a jiffy and plug that sucker in. Voila! We have air flow.
I floated along in an internal cloud of success for quite a few hours that afternoon. I, Mary Liz Ingram, repaired my AC.
Washer & Refrigeration, 7×7 ink, colored pencil & pastel pencil on card
