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Fan Appreciation Night

Our bones might crack this weekend in the Pacific Northwest as we experience our first real warm spell of the year.  It's raining now (which is great for my lawn), but the temperature is expected to reach the upper 70s on Saturday.  It shouldn't be a big deal, but anything over 68 qualifies as sweltering in my book.

Seville Ultra-slimline Fan Combo 2 Pack Remote ControlThe onslaught of solar oppression has me thinking about fans and air conditioners.  Sadly, my trusted fan is on it's last leg.  For some reason, it will occasionally wait a few minutes between the time I turn it on and the time it starts to blow.  Maybe it's old and needs a breather.  Maybe it's time for me to accept that life is brutish and short and I need to move on.

Thelma mocked me when we bought the fan at Costco.  I saw it one day and came home all excited to tell her about it.  It's a tower fan, so it doesn't have the hazardous legs that jump out to viscously try and trip you.  That's an important consideration for me and my toes.  But Thelma knows me better than that.  It was the remote control that really caught my eye.

Princess Pickled Asparagus (Case of 12)I've written two product reviews on Amazon.com in my lifetime.  One is for a jar of pickled asparagus.  The other is for my fan.  Here's an excerpt from my product review:

"Finally, the remote control. Why do you need a remote control for a fan? Why not! It's a remote! You sit on one side of the room and the fan responds to you on the other side. That's the kind of real power that makes you wish for a hot day."

Now, I don't want to brag, but I'll do it anyway.  It was rated the most helpful review on Amazon.  (Well, at least for that product.  I don't suspect it is the most helpful review on the whole site, but it might be.  I don't think anyone's established it one way or the other.)

Unfortunately, past glory is little consolation in the face of sending an old friend to the scrap heap.  Thelma has tried to be understanding.  She went out and bought us the Bionaire Tower Fan & Mini Tower Fan Combo.  I know her heart is in the right place.  She made certain it has a remote.  It has the same features.  But somehow, it just isn't the same.  I'm sure it will work fine.  I'm sure there will be warm nights made cooler by it's gentle breeze.  But there's only one first love.
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Thelma said…
You mean me when you're talking about a first love, right?

Right?
June 3, 2011 at 7:45 AM
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