|I'm the one in the back. Waiting for someone to INVENT A/C.|
I am also painfully aware that we have two months, 60 ACTUAL DAYS of reliably nice weather here, so let me say very much on the record, that I am not complaining about the heat. I love the heat. We spend 10 months of the year waiting for days like today, and it's the most perfect place on earth for those 60 days. The rest of the months, we sit inside and watch travel videos and mutter about how the weather is nicer EVERYWHERE ELSE IN THE WORLD and maybe we should just move to Europe.
Growing up, we never had air conditioning, because hello--it was before global warming, and it doesn't get that hot in Idaho. We just slept with the windows open, because where we lived, the worst thing that could come in through the window and get you was the back-woods mosquitoes. Screens would have been a nice touch, though, Dad. I still have scars!
|When you don't have electricity growing up, THIS is the way you get rid of mosquitoes in your bedroom.|
Fast forward back to last night, when our modern-day A/C decided to go all faint and iffy and started blowing out sort of tepid, "meh"-feeling air. This is NOT the kind of can-do attitude we need from our A/C unit on a 97-degree day, right when Shane gets home from a long day of working outside in the million-degree heat, when the only thing he wants to be subjected to when he gets in the house is a steady blast of FREEZING COLD AIR COMING OUT OF THE VENTS. OMG, WHY IS THIS AIR NOT COLD??? This is like the stone age. We might as well be in a cave. I can't even-
So we turned on a giant industrial fan that is strong enough to put all my dust bunnies into orbit, put on goggles, and sat around the fan wearing as little clothing as possible, and wondering if this is how the pioneers had to live and why did they even come here anyway?
By bedtime, our indoor temp was 79 degrees. We sleep with the A/C at at night 71, because otherwise you wake up all melty and tangling up in a sheet that feels like a wool blanket inside a comforter in the desert and WHY THE HECK IS IT SO HOT IN HERE?
So, yes, something's wrong with the A/C, or it needs a new filter. Probably for sure needs a filter. Because why would I "change the filter every month" when every six months works fine? Not that I don't love bringing an extension ladder in the house, turning it around a 180 corner and taking it up two landings of stairs to lean it on the stairs to change the filter. Because I totally do. After last night, it's seeming like a better idea to possibly have more than one filter on hand, in the summer, though... (note to self).
|Picture THIS. Except without the table. Precious moments, guys.|
Because TRAINS, guys. Trains are the one single downer thing we live with (other than 10 months of *not summer*). Our property is 1/4 mile away from a double set of tracks AND a major traffic crossing, which runs an average of 85-100 trains a day (I'm not making that number up), and every one of them, EVERY SINGLE ONE, has to lay on their horn for the traffic crossing EVERY SINGLE TIME. It's a rule; I get it. But it means that if you're asleep behind an open window, it sounds like you are sleeping possibly ON the actual train tracks, about every 10 minutes.
And I'm the lightest sleeper in the world.
Since I know I'm the lightest sleeper in the world or possibly in the history of people ever, I also am never without earplugs, so I put in ear plugs, pulled up the sheet, and tried to sleep. Unfortunately, I also happen to have possibly the smallest ear canals in the history of ears, so ear plugs don't always work the way they should for me, in the sense that they quietly just fall out, right after I'm asleep, and I end up like this:
|in case THIS doesn't get your attention|
I have heard train horns at that crossing that sound like the guy is seriously playing the theme to Jeopardy on his 1-million-decibel horn at 3:00 a.m., or sometimes there are two trains, and they're bored or something, so it's like dueling banjos, or they think, well, sure, there are houses nearby and no traffic on any road in this entire county right now, but we should lean on these freaking horns for about 15 seconds in a row, just in case.
Not that I'm bitter.
I do remember thrashing around in the too-hot sheets, clamping my hands over my ears to keep the ear plugs from falling out, and still hearing the trains, and thinking "Great. We've just reverted back to the stone age." I'm not sure why I thought that, but at 3 a.m., it seemed true. It also made me think of Haley Joel Osment in that movie Secondhand Lions, where he's pulling the lever for the clay skeet-shoot thingee for the old guys, and he has potholders tied on his head for ear protection; then I wondered if I had some decent potholders and a good neck-tie, because they'd probably stay on better. I also wondered what Shane would think if he woke up to find me sleeping in full 1980's type headphones.
|too bad I sleep on my stomach...|
I also totally tried to find a picture of that movie scene for you, but it doesn't seem to exist. You should watch the movie, though.
I don't even have a way to end this...except that now we get to live like we did growing up, where you open the windows in the morning to let in some cool air, and hope for the best. And yes, I KNOW I should just run to the store and get an A/C filter, but we don't even have my daughter's car right now, which is a whole other story, and I'm getting a rental, but it won't be til the weekend. And I'm not driving an ATV down the highway with an A/C filter strapped to the back.
Pretty lame how we think we're all capable and tough, until one little convenience fails us, and we completely lose it.