It's like R2D2, only I like R2D2. It's a portable air conditioning unit that Mark captured and drug home today. His weapon of choice? $550. I enjoy a quiet, natural home. I enjoy finding clever ways to push air around and ways to find comfort in hostile environments. I'd been sort of proud of the way we have been living...no polluting junk emitting from our house. The windows and doors open, the fans purring, dim lights, nice. Yeah, it's hot, but that's the way when embracing nature. Then this! This monstrosity! Mark is happy with it, so far, the last half hour it's been running. He's in a better mood, stopped sweating, and incessantly complaining of the heat. Me? I have a headache because the TV is so blasting loud and have a quilt on my lap. Well, he can use it while he's home, but I'm turning it off.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
I'd rather be hot.
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No ocean breeze over there? It wasn't too bad where we are but my cold air loving husband turned it on anyway. I could just imagine. It can't be that loud can it? Or do you just like your silence?
Come over to our house! It's hot as hell, our HOA won't let us install air conditioning :D
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