Thursday, July 21, 2011
But I'm not one of them.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those to complain about hot weather in the summer. I mean, I'll complain and all, but it's not like it isn't unexpected. Really? Hello, it's summer.
The worst part of it all, though, is the house. You may recall our house is over 100 years old, so generally speaking it gets hot in summer, cold in winter, and drafty at best the rest of the year. On top of that (pun not intended) is our third-floor bedroom, where it doesn't just get hot, it gets hot. I mean fires of hell hot. Or something like that.
Now, there is an AC duct running up there, but we get, at best, a trickle of cool air. So I took the vent cover off, stuck my hand down in there, and damn if the cold air doesn't just stop right below the vent. Fuck. Not much I can do about that.
So we have a wall AC unit, a portable AC unit, three standing fans and a ceiling fan, to little relief. Except for the power company. They're relieved our bill is so high in the summer.
Not much else to do but wait for fall after the AC goes off but before the heat's turned on. Then we can open the windows, have a nice breeze, and enjoy comfortable temperatures for a few weeks.