Not as long as all I do is to literally sit in front of a fan. If I get up and try to do something it’s fairly horrible.
Last night after supper Mr. Moon drove to town and retrieved a portable free-standing air conditioning unit that he remembered had been left behind in the bank building we own after the tenant left.
We were to be saved!
The thing looked almost brand new. It weighed a thousand pounds but my husband somehow got it into our house, into our room and vented it out a window and plugged it in. It is an LG and as their appliances do when you start them, it sang a cheerful little tune and began to chug away.
Ah lah! Hurrah!
And then it and all of the lights on that particular circuit died.
The man spent a good hour trying to figure out a remedy for this problem with different outlets and industrial extension cords and even a call to Vergil who knows a great deal about electricity.
Alas. It was not to be.
By this time we were both soaking wet with sweat and - dare I say it? - a bit irritated.
Okay. We were in a foul mood.
I took a tepid shower and laid on the bed with two fans on me including the one that would power a small aircraft and it wasn’t bad. And I really slept fine.
My husband, however, did not. He reported tossing and turning and feeling tortured all night long and he was not in a great mood this morning.
He had to go into the office which was probably a blessing because of course they have AC. I got my bean picking done early and was sweaty as a nasty little beast by the time that was over. Then I ate my breakfast and went to the dump and paid our water bill and stopped at the post office where I ran into a neighbor.
“How are you?” she asked and I said, “Fine except that our AC...”
That was as far as I needed to get.
“Oh no!” she said.
“Yep,” I said.
We commiserated and I said, “How did they used to stand it?”
“How did the slaves do it?” she asked. “How did they work in the fields?”
We didn’t know. We do not know. We will never know.
I got a few things done around here today but not much. Even making the bed felt like a grand achievement. As I said yesterday- we are so spoiled. I finally settled on the couch (with a fan on me) and shelled peas and watched “Indian Matchmaker” which is a series about yes, an Indian matchmaker. She is from Bombay (I think) but she has clients in the US too. It’s the perfect show to watch while shelling peas. It turns out that Indian matchmakers have resources which American matchmakers do not. Astrologists are important because if two people have clashing signs, don’t even go there. Also, face readers who can predict what sort of a marriage partner a person will be by simply studying a photo. This particular matchmaker also utilizes a life coach for a client if needed to straighten out a particular problem blocking the way to marital bliss. BUT she also has to deal with mothers. Especially mothers of sons. One mother is so daunting about when she wants her son to be married despite the prospect of an actual bride (the wedding will be in December!) and how a prospective daughter-in-law will behave (this is my house and she will follow our practices!) that I can’t imagine anyone agreeing to marry the son who states on camera that he is looking for a girl just like his mother.
And sometimes one has to wonder if the matchmaker should be seeking a partner of the same gender as a client but I don’t think that would go over well, especially for her clients in India.
And so it’s an interesting show for someone as shallow as I am and I find myself wondering what astrologists and face readers and even life coaches would say about Mr. Moon and I as a couple.
He is home and still a little out of sorts but he’s cut up a watermelon and proclaimed that he will be sleeping upstairs tonight. I’m making a salad for our supper. It will be fine. Perhaps tomorrow the new compressor will be in (inshallah) and the sky is turning dark and the breeze has kicked up and thunder has rumbled quite nearby. To get rain would be such a blessed relief.
I feel certain that I am not the first woman living in this house to have that thought.
Thank you for visiting. I really do mean that, you know.
See you tomorrow when hopefully it will be cooler.