I'm Melting, Please Send Ice
Ugh. This has been the worst day.
It is sooooooo, soooooo hot and humid here right now. I know I shouldn't complain because compared to other regions in the triple digits, I'm sure that it isn't more than 85 degrees in Newport right now. It's just...the humidity. Oh God. It is so awful. I hate, hate, hate getting out of the shower and getting dressed to just feel filthy and sticky again. What's the use? I should just forget about trying to make myself presentable at all, except that not taking a shower at all would be a million times worse.
Of course, no air conditioning in this house. (Please picture me a la Scarlett O'Hara, kneeling in the garden and shaking my fist at this house "I'll never go without air conditioning again! As God's my Witness!"). Why oh why oh why did I think that we could live in a 150-year-old house with no air conditioning? What was I smoking that week in Yokosuka when I signed the lease for this freezing cold in winter/blazing hot in summer/full of mice and now ants/half the windows won't go up/skunks in the garage and possums under the porch/refrigerator barely works and when we try to use the hose, water floods into the basement and the landlady doesn't keep up the garden and it's HOT?
Why don't any of you people ever try to reason with me? Huh?
Oh, but it's so quaint. It's in such a prestigious neighborhood. Barf. Right. The house next door has got plants growing in the gutters and is missing half its paint. What were these damn Quakers thinking, building houses without central air? Dang.
The worst of it is that Hans is gone and the kids are being so...evil. Well, not Annika so much, though she is beginning to show her stubborn and naughty side. Just Josiah. Grrrrrr. I don't know if it's the heat that's making him deaf and unable to hear me begging him not to do certain things or not hit his sister or please don't throw that hard ball/stegosaurus figurine at me. Let's just say we've been locking horns all day long. They went to bed promptly at 7:00. VERY promptly.
I really hate days when I just can't wait to get them off my hands. It sucks.
Thanks a lot for reading my little rant. I'm just going to go and find a popsicle or something to cheer me up.
It is sooooooo, soooooo hot and humid here right now. I know I shouldn't complain because compared to other regions in the triple digits, I'm sure that it isn't more than 85 degrees in Newport right now. It's just...the humidity. Oh God. It is so awful. I hate, hate, hate getting out of the shower and getting dressed to just feel filthy and sticky again. What's the use? I should just forget about trying to make myself presentable at all, except that not taking a shower at all would be a million times worse.
Of course, no air conditioning in this house. (Please picture me a la Scarlett O'Hara, kneeling in the garden and shaking my fist at this house "I'll never go without air conditioning again! As God's my Witness!"). Why oh why oh why did I think that we could live in a 150-year-old house with no air conditioning? What was I smoking that week in Yokosuka when I signed the lease for this freezing cold in winter/blazing hot in summer/full of mice and now ants/half the windows won't go up/skunks in the garage and possums under the porch/refrigerator barely works and when we try to use the hose, water floods into the basement and the landlady doesn't keep up the garden and it's HOT?
Why don't any of you people ever try to reason with me? Huh?
Oh, but it's so quaint. It's in such a prestigious neighborhood. Barf. Right. The house next door has got plants growing in the gutters and is missing half its paint. What were these damn Quakers thinking, building houses without central air? Dang.
The worst of it is that Hans is gone and the kids are being so...evil. Well, not Annika so much, though she is beginning to show her stubborn and naughty side. Just Josiah. Grrrrrr. I don't know if it's the heat that's making him deaf and unable to hear me begging him not to do certain things or not hit his sister or please don't throw that hard ball/stegosaurus figurine at me. Let's just say we've been locking horns all day long. They went to bed promptly at 7:00. VERY promptly.
I really hate days when I just can't wait to get them off my hands. It sucks.
Thanks a lot for reading my little rant. I'm just going to go and find a popsicle or something to cheer me up.
Comments
Don't be so hard on yourself about the house. I know you won't believe me now, but years from now, your memories of this house will make wonderful conversation. Hang in there!
No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater… than central air.
–Azrael, Dogma
I'm a sucker for a cool old house too.
AC was my house "warming" gift to myself when I bought our place. In my first house, I'd had that same Scarlet O'Hara moment and knew there was no way I would ever willingly live without central air again.