11 hours ago
Sunday, August 09, 2015
Enough, Summer. We GET It.
We have air conditioning, which hasn't broken at all this summer, for the first summer since we moved into the house, but as usual in Arkansas, it can't keep up with his vicious heat. And unless we want the power bill to be $300 dollars, we can't run the AC low enough to keep the house decently cool anyway.
It's ten or eleven o'clock until the house is cool enough to sleep at night, and through the peak heat hours -- noon until seven, in other words, we are all (except Dr. Skull, who perversely loves the heat) limp and miserable.
The cats lie on top of our orange crate bookshelves, which are the coolest places in the house, except for the kitchen floor under the AC vent, which the dogs commandeer. I have the white chair under a different AC vent. The kid works in her room, under a fan. Both of us are stripped down to minimal clothing.
We don't go anywhere unless we have to. Yesterday I ventured out to the store for supplies. The heat was astounding. Not just the heat itself, but the wet heaviness of the air -- a violent, oppressive, vicious heat.
Even the dogs won't go outside.