trouble with the heat

When I arrived home from a meeting late last evening I was told by my sister who shares this little residence in paradise, the old family cottage/formerly parental unit retirement estancia that the somewhat old window unit AC cube was making such a racket and vibration that it was causing her ears to ring.  This was not good news.  She had just had her broken wrist cast removed in the afternoon and she has been struggling with me as her primary domestic chore doer and chauffer.  So I went around and opened every window in the place after checking the inside temp 86 F and studying the  outdoor thermometer, 80 F.  The AC unit got turned off.  The large box fan got wedged in the open but screened front window, one of many windows on that bayside wall.  The dog who was panting very rapidly got  taken by me out to my car and we went for a fifteen minute drive with the car’s AC unit going full blast.  That cooled off Grace, the one year old golden retriever.   I then sat in the dark of the sun porch with the box fan drawing outside somewhat cooler air inside.  I put an oscillating fan on the floor in hopes the dog would lie near it.  After an hour and with the inside temperature at least down to the outside temperature, I brought pillows from my bedroom to the sun porch and lay down there. I slept some and from time to time checked the temp.  We have a handy little digital thermometer from Radio Shack.  By 5 AM the room was down to 73.8 F.  And so it goes. It is now 532 AM and I need to get ready to head out for dialysis, but first I need to shut all the windows. My sister cannot easily close some of them.  The old place has done some settling and some windows need extra oomph to open or to close. I am almost looking back fondly on last summer when it was cool and rained a lot and I didn’t even bother to install the old, until this year, faithful AC window cube.  At least the dog cooled off and slept, my sister despite her ringing ears slept, and I slept a little too. The cats seemed to get a kick out of all the windows being open and with the AC unit off they could listen to the night sounds and mediate on who or what they would have liked to assassinate out there if they were allowed outside which they are not.  Around here I prefer the Fall and the Winter, although I would prefer a slightly shorter winter with as few days of -27 C weather as possible, thanks.  Spring is too cold, too wet, too muddy.  The Spring I want is the Spring they get in London, England in April. Those people really know how do April the right way.

Author: William J. Gibson

62 year old - writer/photographer Canadian, survived open heart surgery, received kidney transplant, sometimes dour, sometimes amusing, over six feet in height, severely follicle challemged

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