So, what’s wrong with summer?
I think it (air conditioning) is becoming a fetish. I hate going to America where you have got to put clothes on to go into the buildings, rather than take clothes off.—Lady Young, Chief Executive, (British) Environmental Agency, this morning in the BBC News Online
Amen!
We’ve had a cool spring here. May resolutely stayed in the 50s and lower 60s. It wasn’t until just this week that we had an 80° day. In fact, two in a row, say halleluiah!
Even so, I’ve been battling air conditioning for a month. People at the library have asked why I wear a sweatshirt to work when it’s so nice outside. “It’s the refrigeration in here,” I tell them.
At Presbytery, where the office is blessed with windows that open, I was wishing for heated toilet seats the other day. No pun intended, but you could hang meat in the men’s room. I can’t wait for my officemate to leave so that I can shut off the damned A/C and open the windows so I can hear the birds, smell the flowers, feel the breeze and have some heat.
And don’t get me started on cars and buses…
We get only two months of summer here anyway. The other ten I spend cooped up with the windows closed and the heating on. When nice weather comes, I like to enjoy it for what it is, enjoy it for its difference, rather than try to reproduce winter year-round.
