Homecomings

And I don't mean high school homecomings. I'm talkin' about the type of arrival home you experience after some extended away time.

Homecomings follow vacations - usually (or trips to states a distance away for....a funeral, as an example, or a family reunion).

If you're a working person - and you travel as a part of your job - then homecomings happen as a part of your every day life. If you're not a working person (but you desperately want to be), homecomings most likely occur far less often than you may like.

And let's face it, there are those among us who never leave home. Some folks don't like to travel farther than they have to for groceries (let alone traverse more than an hour or two for a visit), and so they never go through any of the exhilaration and/or disappointment one can have upon returning home.

Well, I arrived home yesterday after a few days away (by the way, thank you Barb and Jean for dragging my sorry butt to Traverse City with you) to find a bit of cooling chaos happening in the house.

Even after writing down express directions for what order to follow in relation to the AC unit versus the attic fan....and the windows....and all of that, the two boys still couldn't get it together enough to follow through on the process - each blaming the other for the windows being closed, the AC running at full bore and the attic fan pulling what little cold air existed right out of the house! Now, couple that with the failure of the tape to hold the insulation against the top of the window (so that the hot steamy air being pulled from the house was blown right back in through the open window. We had a small collection of bugs indoors as well!) Had they periodically checked the tape and applied a little muscle to stick it firmly back in place, some measure of cooling and dehumidifying would have occurred.

Yeesh.

All I could see were the dollar signs blowing out the window and being sucked out the ceiling fan.

Happily, the place did not smell like a pee palace (meaning, there wasn't a cat box odor prevailing), so that was a huge plus. But I didn't handle the whole AC/window/fan debacle well, and I went a little crazy on Karl for not following the written (and practiced) directions or for using some common sense.

It wasn't a very good homecoming I'm afraid, and I am sorry that B&J had to be here for it.

Jeez. Guess we need a lot more practice on the day-to-day stuff before I can run away from home again (or ever).