I kinda like our ozone layer. I don't drive much, took Indy public transport (arguably the worst for how large the city is in the nation--even Lafayette has better busing) for over five years before getting my car. Had a non-engine-driven lawn mower. The usual. I've spent all but three days this summer not using my air conditioning, but after yesterday's weather, and with today expected to be five degrees hotter with more humidity, I'm in hunker-down mode with the curtains closed and the A/C on. This is the first house I've lived in that has had central air, and for a substantial part of my formative years, I've been of the school that A/C simply makes you wimpy. One can be hot, even with the A/C on, and going outside simply becomes intolerable. So, then, why have it? For days like this, when it's gonna be over 95, with humidity in the over 80s category.
The parakeet can't cling to the screen, can't hear the birds singing, can't respond to the outside, and so today sulks on the curtain rod. But at least isn't panting due to the temperature.
In the half light the curtains admit, I've got plenty to do--books to read, much to write, and a semester to plan, pondering questions such as whether I should make the freshies read French Futurist/Cubists and Dostoevsky, or should I do something else.... Plus, the huge amount of Haydn I've been putting off for months is still hanging over my head. The lawn can wait, the weeds can wait, the windows can continue to cook in the garage.
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Yup. My rule is that if it gets to be over 85 in the house the AC goes on. It's been on for the past three days. I stopped getting all uppity about AC (the day many years ago) the alarm went off to wake me up for work and I realized that the reason I felt so funny and couldn't think was because I had heat stroke. I figure that I keep it set at 80 and I'm a good eco girl in many other respects, so I can cease playing danger girl with heat.
Time to start digging yourself a pool. I forgot to tell you the other day that you can come and use our apartment pool if you're up here...Mindy or I will have to go over there with you, but what else do we have to do? Plus I'm confident there is a Russian family over there all the time that you can lounge around and talk to about Tolstoy...
PS Told you so about "Read a Book."
I don't know about Illiana, but about the time we were groowing up, Michigan would get one or two 90-degree days in a summer--low nineties!-- in the depths of August. Now--whether there or at similar lattitudes such as Syracuse is, there can be week-long stretches of it. Not surprising that we feel like wimps...
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