Thank goodness the heat has found a new home. For a few days there, I didn’t think I was going to make it. And thank goodness for the pool that happened to come with the house. The pool that I really didn’t want, but found myself in, naked, at 11 in the PM. These things happen when I start sweating and drink a glass of wine. By the way, I’m debating if I should remove the word naked, but I think I’ll keep it there. The four of you who read this blog know my personality.
I think we saw the 90s for a few days there. I know the temps hit the 80s in the upstairs bedroom. By the time we got into bed though, we managed to get it down to somewhere in the 70s – thanks to our little mini fan we keep in the window. As you may have guessed, we don’t have air conditioning. I had a great number of window air conditioners when we lived in Connecticut, but gave them all away before we moved. And then I bought a small one in Florida, but sold it before we left there. Let’s just say that hell will have to freeze over before I buy another one of those things. They seem to be a bad omen.
I really don’t think I want air conditioning anyway. Hot nights are what makes good stories. Like I partially mentioned above, Laura and I took a dip late at night because of the heat. If we had AC, we probably wouldn’t have done that. And I’d be sitting here writing about how we sat inside. I’ll tell you this though, it was good swimming at night. We had the one spotlight on and I threw my little battery powered camping lanterns in the pool. They’re waterproof. One sank to the bottom and one floated on top. They did a good job of illuminating the water and it was really cool to swim with those lights.
And the stars. The air was as clear as I’ve ever seen it and with the lack of light pollution in this part of the world, we could easily see the Milky Way as we floated around. Good times.
The cats didn’t like the heat though. I think Voleman was ready to jump off a bridge. He can’t stand the heat. Let’s just say that during our stay in Florida, he didn’t talk to us much.
It may have been worse for Flipper. I can’t tell with him, but I do know when he’s grumpy, which is generally when he’s trying to sleep. During our little heat wave, we just left him alone.