Our schizophrenic GPS has apparently influenced our household appliances. I think they are conspiring to either seriously maim or kill us. Hopefully, you’ve read about Sybil the GPS. If not, scroll back through our old posts.
Our house was built in 1950, before anything like El Nino, La Nina, Global Warming and headlines like “Record Breaking Heat Scorches the Northeast!” We don’t have central A/C. So far, we’ve just been cooling off the upstairs with a couple of window fans. Downstairs, we’ve been running a couple of window units. The spawn live down there anyway in the Summer, as they stay up until all hours playing video games and watching TV and then fall asleep in the Family Room. Window fans in the upstairs mostly unoccupied bedrooms (other than ours) have sufficed. Moving air is usually the answer. It’s worked out.
Until this morning. It was 94 degrees in our bedroom this morning while I was getting ready for work. I got up, showered, dried my hair…and 5 minutes later my hair was soaking wet. It’s a good thing I don’t wear much makeup. It would’ve slid right off my face. Tonight, Farmer Ted and I hijacked one of the two window units downstairs and brought it upstairs to the bedroom. We set it to a comfy 75 degrees, and right now we need a damned parka. It won’t quit. But when we turn it off, the temp rapidly climbs back up into the 80’s. So we turn it back on, right now we are at 72 and it is pumping out the chill. I’m scared to go to sleep. Either we are going to die from sweating to death if we turn it off, or hypothermia if we leave it on.
Help. If you don’t hear from us in a few days, please call Bob Smith.
Next…Afternoon thunderstorms (which did not provide relief from the heat), prevented any gardening. We need some serious weeding. The bog garden is suffering, as are all the potted plants. We’ve got some work to do. Oh, and I had my first GrowDammit tomato sammich for lunch today. Farmer Ted didn’t get pics before I inhaled it unfortunately.