It was a lazy Sunday, one perfect for taking a nice, long nap. Of course, Sunday afternoons are also perfect for mowing the lawn, so it didn't surprise me to hear the sound of a lawnmower engine running, disturbing me from my sleep.
Until I realized that the sound was coming from my attic...
Whiskey?
Tango?
Foxtrot?
My first thought was, "How in the hell did someone manage to get a lawnmower into my attic without me knowing?"
My second thought was, "There's no grass in the attic, what the hell are they mowing?"
I grudgingly arose to try and decipher the origins of this rather odd noise. I pull the access ladder down and the noise becomes louder. The lawnmower, or whatever, is definitely runnning in the attic.
The prime suspect is the central A/C unit, which is not a good proposition in Texas in May. Then my eyes wandered to the A/C intake. "Hmmmm, when was the last time I changed the filter?"
A closer inspection confirmed that it had been "a very long while" because it was incredibly dirty. I surmised that the lawnmower sound was caused by the A/C intake vibrating as it tried to suck air through this dirty filter.
Five minutes later, after turning off the A/C and replacing the filter, the lawnmower was gone. Till the next time I don't replace the A/C filter...
Sunday, May 06, 2007
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Do you think that's what Aerosmith was really trying to say?
Or V.C. Andrews?
You know, I love how analytical your brain is even when fuzzy from sleep.
Only you..
Stephen King would be proud...
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