Every Spring and Fall there is a period where the internal temperature of the house matches the external temperature, and those are the worst days. When it is 90 outside the 75 degree AC feels comfortable but when it is 75 outside it is nothing. It is as warm inside as it is outside. The same thing happens in the spring when switching from heat to AC. There is a period of time when the internal temperature matches the external and it makes 75 degrees feel like hell on earth.
That is the condition we find ourselves in today. Outside it is a mild and nice 70-something degrees, but inside it is a sweltering and balmy 70-something degrees. The conditioning of the air cannot happen when the units won’t kick on, and turning the AC down will take an already too high electric bill to new heights.
This is a fun and terrible season we all have to live through. Some people enjoy it. Some people spend all year looking forward to Fall. Dreaming pumpkin spice dreams of chasing ghouls and goblins through the streets in their favorite flannel, but give me summer. Give me the beach and amusement parks and water slides. Keep your pumpkins spiced elsewhere.
This is the time of year when summer is missed, and the internal hell of a thermostat in equilibrium with the outside world is only one small reminder of what lies ahead, because after Fall comes Winter and then we’re really cold, and there’s no beach in site and occasionally everything is white.
Summer is lush and green and vibrant. It is the beauty of a full hipped maiden sashaying on the dance floor. It is sultry and sweltering in ways that remind you of what it means to be alive. It is the heat of the tango shared between two lovers on an August night. Fall is furry Uggs and bulky flannels sitting in Starbucks complaining about Target being out of the new Taylor Swift album.
Summer brings us to life while Fall lulls us to serene boredom, and turns the indoors into outdoors through equilibrium with the thermostat.
David Huzzard Writes 