But it is sweaty.
See, round these parts we exchange the joy of an eight month growing season for the sheer torture of 100+ degree summers. We are quite in the middle of one of those now. We have had 9 straight days of 100+ degree weather. That’s hot, y’all.
It also causes a problem. Air-conditioning is also a way of life around here. I hear tell that there are parts of the country where central air is not standard in home building. I think it must be a myth. Last week the local news went nuts because the electricity usage around here skyrocketed as the heat climbed. It nearly maxed out the system. We were warned that we needed to carefully watch our energy usage to avoid rolling black-outs, brown outs and just plain power outages. Sigh.
So, now, between the hours of 3 p.m. and 7 p.m. we turn our air up to 80 degrees. It’s never below 78 degrees in this house anyway. When the kids complain I make them stand on the back porch for a few minutes – it’s a change in perspective. We also close all of the curtains to block out the sun. We avoid running any major appliances – including the oven if I can help it.
I don’t know what the neighbors are doing, but we haven’t had any major power outages, and I figure it’s a small price to pay for the pleasure of having electricity.
What I wouldn’t give for a clothesline.