It's really hard to come up with things to write about when you're just hanging around the apartment all day. And by you I mean me, of course. Sure, I struggled sometimes to find inspiration when I was working, but at least then I had stimulation beyond just the buzzing sound of the always-running Reagan-era refrigerator and the pleasant trickling noise of the fish tank. And the dog barking itself hoarse upstairs.
And of course all of the things I distract myself with when I should be looking for a job. Like Chuzzle. And your blog.
Unfortunately, there may be a new noise/sensation added to the mix today. Our forecast high temperature today is 94, which means, unless I just decide to bail sometime this afternoon and head for the relative coolness of the mountains for a night or two, I may be turning on the AC. And even if I do leave, Courtney will just have to do the honors instead. It's already 85 outside and 82 right here on the couch. I've got the fan blowing on me so it's not uncomfortable yet.
The lady and I have actually become quite accustomed to dealing with the unregulated temperature fluctuations in our apartment. In winter, we keep the thermostat turned way, way down and just get used to wearing warm clothes and sitting under blankets when it gets chilly. The occasional hot water bottle and steamy beverage help ward off frostbite.
Summer is a bit tougher, though. No, it's not summer yet, technically, but since we've had exactly one day in the past two weeks that didn't reach 80 degrees, I hope you'll forgive me for fudging the terms a bit. When it hits 90 today, it's summer, goddamnit. That'll probably be in the next half hour. We're now at 86.5.
We're actually lucky in this apartment that we have windows on two opposing sides and can cross-ventilate. Two of our three windows also face northeast, which means they only get direct sunlight in the early morning. The third window faces southwest but has a big bush in front of it that keeps it shaded during the late afternoon. Also, we are on the middle floor of a three-story building, so we've got neighbors who insulate us pretty well. I've often wondered if I could get away with drilling a fat hole in the floor or ceiling into their ductwork and stealing some cool air. Probably not. Besides, my whole reasoning for not using the AC is to keep from having to rip that much more coal out of the mountains just for my comfort, so it doesn't really matter who's paying for it.
Yikes. This post got really boring really fast, huh? Let's keep that going: In the summertime we basically do the opposite of the wintertime routine: we (or more accurately I) wear as little clothing as possible (note: not naked or even pantsless, wierdos; you have to keep the interests of the furniture in mind here) and drink cold beverages frequently. We keep a fan blowing and try not to turn the air on. This can be tough at night, since it generally stays around 80 or 82 degrees even when the air is on, but once you fall asleep you don't know the difference anyway. You'd be surprised what you can get used to.
Does it piss anyone else off that the houses and apartments we have inherited and continue to build do absolutely nothing to utilize the environment they are in? Somehow people used to get by without air conditioning. They had front porches and windows that opened all the way. And trees to keep the sun off. Now, we just plop houses down in the middle of clear-cuts, but black asphalt roofs on them and set the thermostat to seventy. Our place doesn't even have any ceiling fans.
But we do turn the AC on (or the heat in winter) when we have visitors. I promise. So come see us. I'll even put a shirt on.
(We're at 88.2 degrees now, by the way. Summer is moments away.)