The last couple of days have been in the 100+ range. Central air is such a lovely invention….until it stops working. Yesterday late in the afternoon it was getting overly cold in the house and I bumped the temp up a few notches. The AC unit apparently didn’t feel like changing and stopped completely. We opened doors and windows and decided to give it a rest, and ourselves as well. We moved out to the patio. The breeze was kicking up and the sun had set. No problem.
No problem. Right! That sucker was not going to turn over again. Deader than a doornail. I pulled an old fan out of the garage to supplement the ceiling fan in our bedroom. Not too bad a night.
Morning arrived with the usual cool morning breeze and we opened doors and windows again.
As the day started to heat up I closed everything again including the shutters on the windows. I remember my grandmother in Texas doing this on summer afternoons as we got ready to take a little siesta on her big bed with the swamp cooler in the window, and fans going throughout her house.
A darkened house, the sun and heat shut out, fans droning. I can’t hear a fan for too long without feeling like I need a nap. The memories are strong.
I had to fight it tooth and nail this afternoon. I work from home, and the room I use for an office has a wonderful ceiling fan, and I had also turned on the portable fan brought in from the garage. The shutters were closed. The sofa in the office is right next to my desk. The fans were droning and whirring.
Did I mention the sofa? Right next to my desk?
I was strong.