It’s been an exciting couple hours here at the Donnavilla. Last night I came home from having spent the evening at my parents’ house and found my kitchen flooded. Water was dripping from the ceiling lamp. I immediately called my father who rushed over at 11:00pm and diagnosed the source of the leak. I thought it was a water pipe but my father recognized it was the air conditioner. Ray from Ray’s HVAC arrived this morning and told me my air conditioning unit was low in freon and somehow this was the reason for the water. It made sense coming out of his mouth but now as I try to repeat it, it just sounds insane.

Yesterday I decided it was time to get rid of the sofa in my bedroom. It had belonged to my neighbors and my mom rescued it from the garbage a few years back. It found a home with me although it never really acted as a sofa. Its main role was laundry storage. I posted an ad on Craigslist for a free sofa and I almost immediately got a taker. In preparation for the new owner, I have been trying to get the sofa out of my bedroom but I can’t seem to fit it through the door. HOW THE HECK DID I GET IT IN HERE? If I got it in, I must be able to get it out— right? And so for the second time in two days I have called my father, “Daddy? I need help!” He said he will come over later and mastermind the extraction. What would I do without him?