Miracle on the Hudson

Miracle on the Hudson

I know there is a movie named Miracle on the Hudson, and it was about an amazing pilot who landed a plane in the middle of the Hudson, with no loss of life.  Incredible movie.  But today, I witnessed my very own Miracle on the Hudson.

My HVAC system was installed.  I know this doesn’t seem like a very big deal, but when I bought my place in May – the air conditioner was on its last legs and ended up dying at the first hint of hot weather.  Along with that went my furnace as well.  So then I started calling people to come in and fix it, and ended up ordering a new unit which was supposed to be here in October.

Shockingly, the one that had been ‘located’ in the ‘warehouse’ vanished, and they had to build a new one from scratch.  Guess how long it took?  Well, today is February 13, so that’s a pretty good clue. 

And it wasn’t an easy installation – oh no.  At one point I had 10 men in my lovely condo – each one trying to out-story each other, and after 6 or so hours, trying to out-bitch each other with tales of misbehaving HVAC units, problems with buildings, problems with wives, missing lunch drama, whining, bitching, complaining, swearing.  Each one tried to prove that their suggestion to fix the unit was the best one – that everyone else was an idiot for not realizing how simple the problem it was, and then scurrying out when their idea didn’t work.

Oh, the posturing.  Oh, the testosterone.  Oh, the whinging!  All I wanted to say (and said in my mind a dozen times) is AT LEAST YOU DON’T HAVE FUCKING CANCER!  Ahem.  Excuse me.

But now – oh, the warmth and the quiet.  It is divine – hovering at a toasty 72 degrees with a hum of heat.  It hasn’t been this warm in here since last summer.  And theoretically, it will cool in the summer and I won’t need every single fan in the world when the thermometer climbs into the tropical region.

Now, for another warm story, I got to see Arthur today – that sweet little smiling boy. He is such a beauty – more and more handsome by the day. We went on a big drive through NYC today on his way to a toddler speech class. He is absolutely perfect and brilliant, but is not yet a big talker.  This course is to help him, and us, learn how to encourage language.  I cannot wait to hear what he has to say – I’m so excited.  I can’t wait to hear about his dreams and challenges, the things that excite and interest him, and the things that we can explore together.  It’s the same feeling I had (and still have) about my own children, what a gift to see them grow up to be such amazing, successful people.