I remember being a little girl and sleeping in my room. We had no A/C. Well, my parents did, but they were the only ones...selfish, really, if you think about it; I will be sure to bring it up in therapy. We did have the box fans that sat on the floor and moved around a zillion degrees. ANYWAY, I recall putting my pillow on the windowsill and sleeping with my head like that. Now, we would have a coronary that our kids were going to fall out of the window, and we wouldn't let that even happen, because WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND allows a kid to sleep by the window?! Another therapist moment I suspect...
In my own house we don't have central air. When I was pregnant with Peter we reconfigured and remodeled the upstairs, removing any attic space we had. I WAS PREGNANT, thus, I was brain dead. Why I didn't think about A/C is beyond my limited remembrance of that time, but, I could have been reminded from some kind soul, I don't know, the architect maybe, that duct work and A/C stuff needs space. So, in a moment of glory we went with vaulted ceilings and no place whatsoever to put in central air. Yes, of course I know about ductless air conditioners. You need the wall space to install that. We don't have that either.
We DO have window units. And we do have Vernardo fans that are a kick-ass version of the old box fan. And if I am on top of it, we can keep it humidity free and relatively comfortable in the house. Yesterday, one of my friends offered me her portable A/C unit. I just need Peter and Marco to head on over to her house to make it happen. THAT will make ALL the difference in the world. HOW grateful am I?! I may even fire up the stove again. Oh, who's kidding who? Let's not get crazy.
It is almost too hot for the beach and the pool. My fair, Irish skin, sizzles in the heat. I marvel that Peter played baseball all last week in the heat and Marco watched the games! I would have melted and been particularly unbearable to be around.
I have many friend who LOVE the hot weather. Love, love, love it. Bless their hearts.
What do you do to stay cool?
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head