But I just got off the phone with someone who may just be the living saint of air conditioner repair. My step-dad, Greg. I mentioned him briefly when I told you about my mom, but I didn’t explain that Greg is one of those people who can fix anything. Really, anything. He understands plumbing, electrical, automotive engines, construction, and he cooks the best chicken noodle soup I’ve ever tasted. Yeah, Mom totally hit the lottery with Greg.
I always hate to ask Greg for help with all of those things, because they live over an hour away and he has practically no time to relax. But I felt like I had to warn everyone coming in for the graduation to “dress light” because it’s 82 and humid in the house – NOT pantyhose weather. When Mom read the email I’d sent she had Greg get me on the phone, and at 7:30 at night they are on their way in to fix our AC. Michael told Greg what was happening and not happening with the AC, and Greg said, “Yeah, sounds like the blah-blah-blah.” He says these things like it’s a easy as making a grilled cheese sandwich, but in all honesty I’d be more comfortable performing open-heart surgery than working on an air-conditioning system.
Greg was raised Catholic, and I’m not sure if he was named after Pope Saint Gregory the Great, who essentially saved the world and founded Western Civilization after the fall of Rome, but it fits and I’m going with it.