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I use to have dreams about sliding down a glacier on the back of a woolly mammoth, wearing a one piece fur thing. It was exhilarating.

It’s a funny old life Stoaty. You’ve got the heat on and our A/C went out sometime after we went to bed last night. Husband was up at 2am poking on the thermostat but alas—no joy. A repairman was here this afternoon but he will have to order a new motor.

Meanwhile—it’s 103 on my patio, and 91 degrees in my living room, though I suspect the kitchen is hotter. I’ve been wearing an ice pack stuck in my bra and another one over my tramp stamp. (I don’t really have a tramp stamp, but that’s where I’m wearing an ice pack—if I did have one :)) The ice packs helped a lot.

I was coping up to 84, but now I’m mad.

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“Damp, overcast and nighttime temps in the fifties. We have the heat on tonight. IN JULY.”
So, paradise you mean. I really, really don’t like living in the desert.

It’s been pretty hot and rainy in eastern Canada this summer, tonight it is cool and rainy instead, which is a refreshing change. I like winter much better than summer, myself, though it’s nice to go for a daily bike ride :+)

Though I’ve deep fried and fileted you
By the living God that made you
You’re a better bird than I am
Sussex Light.

The air-conditioning man returned this late this evening—9 o’clock—with his precious cargo: a motor. He and Husband strung lights so he could see to work. Now blissfully cool air is streaming throughout my house and I will sleep in comfort. I would have made a lousy pioneer.

Fortunately I had the presence of mind to stick a big can of Swanson chicken in the refrigerator earlier in the day. Husband chopped the celery, walnuts, and chicken, while I diced the apple and red grapes. We had delicious, cold, chicken salad for our evening meal, and I washed the dishes in cold water.

Deborah HH, glad to hear you have your proper indoor temps restored. I truly believe people didn’t willingly move to Loozyana or Flaw-rida, or Arid-zona for that matter, until A/C was in widespread use. And if they did move there, they regretted it as soon as May came along.

An overnight temp of 55 F. in July? Paradise enow.

Yes, A/C transformed the world. Thank you Willis Carrier!
Basic central A/C repair is not hard. I replaced the motor and the capacitors in ours last year and saved hundreds off a service call. Grainger dot com has all the parts.

My corner of New Jersey has been a steamy swamp this season. It has rained 4 out of 5 days every week since early April. And when it wasn’t raining it’s been in the 90s. Today is cool, and our latest 3 day storm stopped this morning. It won’t last.

Cute chickens, but aren’t they quite small? I don’t know the breeds, but the Rhode Islands around here are twice the size of those bitty birdies.

My AC is only a year old, so it still works fine, thankfully! But I could do without the heat at all, especially since we’re facing more than a week of triple-digits starting tomorrow. Ugh. I’ll take the heater in July any time.

Okay, the tomatoes wouldn’t like it much, but I would.

Full size chickens, Drew. In fact, the Buff Orpington (very back on the right) is an unusually large breed. Must be an optical wotsit.

I do better in the cold than I ever did in the heat, but I do catch myself saying “…when Summer comes…” only to realize it’s mid-July and as Summer as it’s gonna get.

We’ve had too many days north of 100 degrees for my taste recently. When I went outside yesterday afternoon I thought “at last! a cold front must have come through”. It was 92.

@AliceH
Yep, caught myself doing the same riding to work with the window down. Wow nice out, it’s only 92! Practically freezing!

Buff Orpington sounds like a porn name.

Except in juxtaposition to a Light Sussex, in which case they both sound like British Army regiments.

“Wellington’s right flank nearly disintegrated but was held by the Light Sussex until reinforced by the Buff Orpingons.”