I was considering moving yesterday.
I had already told my wife that I thought we needed a change in scenery. She kissed me and told me to hold that thought until she got home from work. She didn’t ask me where I wanted to move, or even why I thought I needed to move. I was just told to hold the thought until she got home. I was walking around the house and looking out the windows. I knew I wouldn’t miss the scenery because it never changed. We had the Marshall house to the left of us. The Bakers were on the right. Directly across the street was old Mrs. Tuttle. She would have me come over and check her air conditioning unit about once a week. She was always afraid of being mummified if her air conditioning would quit working. Next to Mrs. Tuttle was old Mr. Hanson. He didn’t know we all saw him sneaking over to Mrs Tuttle’s house in the evening, and he didn’t go home until early in the morning. Maybe his sneaking around was because of his age. He also had me come to the house about once a month so I could check on the coolant level in the air conditioning unit, and make sure it was okay. He was afraid of mummification, but he hated it to be too hot. My house was a good house, and I had excellent air conditioning. I guess moving wasn’t the right move for us. I may be a retired HVAC technician, but our neighbors keep me busy with their AC unit, and I’ve never missed working.
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