My husband decided to tear our window air conditioner apart and clean it this year.
- He had never torn it completely apart, but he had taken out the filter and cleaned it thoroughly.
By the time he was done, he had the entire air conditioner ripped apart, right down to the bare casing. He had so many parts that I was wondering how he was going to fit them all back into the casing. For three days he cleaned, scrubbed, vacuumed and cleaned some more. He had fan blades, and all kinds of things that I had no idea what they are, except that they belonged in the air conditioner. When he decided it was time to put the air conditioner back together, I kept clear. I had been through these incidents with him before. Every incident was strange in its own way, but he had no idea how to put the AC unit back together this time. Every once in a while I would take him out a glass of ice tea or offer to help if he needed it. I would hear grumbles and growls and an occasional curse word, but he never took my help. I would walk away with a hesitant I love you. After eight hours, he was no closer to having the air conditioner because he had a spare part that looked necessary, but he didn’t know where it went. It wasn’t until he tried to turn it on that he had an idea where the part went. He had forgotten to put it between the fan and something else. Without the part, the air conditioner wasn’t able to blow the air out of the air vents.