Sweat is Now Banished
Some of you Northern folks will probably think it's ridiculously early to turn on the A/C, but here we were one of the later hold-outs. This had been a lovely cool spring, but then one day in early May the heat hit and it hit hard.
For some time, Darwin had been hinting that he wouldn't mind a little forced-air refreshment, but I was stubbornly - and stingily - holding out. "Let's just see how long we can go without having to turn it on!" I would say, in the sort of making-something-sucky-into-a-game tone parents use with their toddlers. Even as I worked with the dear heat gun, I shunned the A/C, pretending instead that I was Ashley Judd in A Time to Kill when she was always glistening attractively with Mississippi sweat-pearls.
Then when our neighborhood friends came over to see the house and view our Antique Alley purchases, we were all sitting in the kitchen
Darwin raced to close all the windows (which only seemed to be letting in more heat anyway), and we kicked on both A/C units. Ahhhhh, it felt wonderful.
But I'm not totally casting aside my stingy self ... I keep inching the thermostats up.
The cats are the true losers in this deal. They loved hanging out in the open windows, soaking up the sights and smells of birds and grass and bugs. Now, they shove their heads under the blinds or the curtains, but it's just not the same. Poor boys. Maybe we can open the windows again in October.