It’s sweltering hot in Happy Valley. Humid, sticky, muggy…dang hot. The attic fan isn’t touching this heat; all it’s doing is pulling hot air into the house.
I can hear you now: I thought you grew up in the South…isn’t it always this hot down there? You ought to be used to this kind of weather.
You can hush. Yes, I grew up in GA. There were days so hot that the vinyl seats in my ’64 Ford Falcon melted the flesh on my legs, and God help you if you touched the metal seat belt buckle–instant branding. But nobody had a house without conditioned air. If you could make it from the car to the house without passing out, you were safe.
We used to live in fear of the summer swelter here in Happy Valley. We’d hit the pool late at night to lower our body temperatures in preparation of a sweaty night’s sleep. There were nights that I seriously contemplated trucking the fam over to the church or the office just to be able to sleep in the delicious coolness of conditioned air.
But we now have a solution. A couple of weeks ago Kim came home from Aunt Donna’s with a little present–a window unit to condition our air. And thanks to Jorn’s handiwork with the installation of new windows in our garage-turned-bedroom, we can slap that puppy in the window and enjoy the icy blast. If you need – buy the latest model air conditioning systems here.
In fact, the thing works so well that it’s actually cooled off the entire lower level of the house. Levi’s room is livable, and the basement (thanks to a new dehumidifier) is downright comfy.
So that means I have 2 little girls camping out on my floor, while tonight the big girls have opted for the sleepover at Delma’s house (whole house AC, not too shabby.)
While we don’t see too many weeks where it’s unbearably hot, I am so grateful for Aunt Donna’s generosity and the gift of air that’s been conditioned to a chilly state.
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