The other day, I turned the heat on…for about an hour. Once my downstairs temperature got above 70, I turned it off. Yesterday, it was quite warm, and the house was a sweltering 79 without any help from the furnace. It was a rainy day which is why the windows stayed closed.
Autumn begins today, though. The 10 day forecast is only showing temps below 70. It is extremely easy to forebear Christmas decorating when you’ve been keeping the kids’ shorts and t-shirts handy and walking around barefoot most of the time. The kids have been watching too much TV, apparently, since they have been lamenting a winter with no snow. All the commercials show white Christmas scenes. I, for one, will not miss snow this year. Perhaps this mild weather will get old in 4 or 5 or 6 years. For now, I will enjoy it, since I doubt I will be here in even 2 years.
I was thinking about a blog post written at the beginning of summer about air conditioning. At the time, I was wilting in my home. We have upstairs and downstairs heating and cooling systems. The upstairs one was set to 85 to keep it from running all the time. At night, I would turn it down to 80 and it would sometimes kick off before we got up in the morning. The downstairs system was set to 78-80 and it ran most of the time. We had a party in July and I set both systems to 70 the day before the party. By the afternoon of the party, with the A/C running constantly, the downstairs was over 75 and the upstairs was over 80. They just couldn’t handle the heat. Nighttime temperatures rarely got below 75 so offered no help if we opened windows.
Not running the A/C was not an option. Not if I wanted to remain sane. Many of the commenters on that blog post expressed deep dislike over artificial cooling and waxed sentimental over the slamming of the screen door and the sounds of children playing in the yard filtering through the open windows.
I have a feeling these same people have been running their heaters for a month – maybe more.
A few weeks ago, Bill asked if I’d like to live in Savannah, some day – not suburbia where we are – but in the city itself with the old homes and the dripping Spanish moss in quaint and quiet squares. That gorgeous November day, with the sun hot but not unbearable, and the shade lovely and the walk downtown quite enjoyable, I said yes. And then I laughed and thought about June and July and August and even September and said that we’d have to have another home – perhaps in Maine.
Some place with screen doors and no air conditioning.