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August 02, 2006

It's Too Darn Hot

Okay, I'll admit it, I don't always like the heat. I can deal with 90, but 100 is just way too hot. We are staying cool the best we can, cranking up the window air conditioner in the bedroom and using it to cool down the whole house by keeping all the windows closed. It works well enough -- it is in the low eighties downstairs, cooler upstairs -- but most importantly it cuts the humidity. It is good to know that we are not alone. I think the whole country is sweltering right now. And I'm glad we have the air. I grew up in Santa Monica where, not only did we not have air conditioning, but we didn't even need it. I don't remember one day in my life where I wished we had it. It was hot where I went to college, and I remember being advised to bring a fan because the dorms didn't have air conditioning, but I never heard the terms "heat index" or "heat advisory" until I moved to Ann Arbor. My first summer here, my boyfriend at the time called me at work one day to tell me that there was a heat advisory. We didn't know what this meant, but he thought he should probably pick me up and take me home so that I wouldn't have to ride the bus. Here the humidity just makes the heat so much more oppressive. Last night I had to walk about a mile to a meeting, and was just soaked with sweat by the time I got there. And the meeting room was not air conditioned. But we are getting by, and they are promising a cold front tomorrow. Again, something I'm still learning about. We didn't have "fronts" in California!

Posted by eklanche at August 2, 2006 11:36 AM


Even in Santa Monica the weather seems different these days. Last week my friend Audrey who lives at Arizona and Yale ran her AC all week, and my friend Mary Ann who lives 13 blocks from the beach (with west-facing windows) thought about getting AC for the very first time. Actually, I'd been remembering lately one or two summers in the 1970's when heat waves also penetrated into Santa Monica. The second-floor apartment where I lived with Jon at the time, just eleven blocks from the beach, was unbearable. There was no alternative on those nights but indulging in deli sandwiches for dinner from Bob's, taking them with a beer and a blanket down to the beach, and staying out as long as we could, before going home and trying sleep.

Posted by: khilfman@earthlink.net at August 5, 2006 03:46 PM

That sounds like so much fun. But, Mom, I'm shocked: isn't beer prohibited on the beach?

Posted by: eklanche at August 6, 2006 08:44 AM

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