AC is God

(I cut this out of a magazine beautiful sight that it is)

It just seemed like a good idea to the guy, to take the AC unit out of our bedroom window ten days ago. “What’s this?” I said coming home to find the three-foot wide 200-pound behemoth on the floor. “Summer’s over,” he said. “Yeah, but actually NOT,” I said back. “I didn’t like the look of it,” he then said - which made us both laugh since I'd been whining about 'the look of it' since it first went in on Memorial Day weekend. Why? Because (a) it was hanging out the window practically at a 45-degree angle – luckily there’s only a shed under it and no passing people – and (b) we never actually found anything but a couple of pieces of shirt cardboard to put on either side of the thing, so a good two-square feet of simmering air worked its way inside all the time. “Hmmm,” I said once. “Too bad we don’t know anyone in the foam business!” (This man has worked in the foam business SINCE THE BICENTENNIAL.)Anyway he took it out and I sort of liked having the real air come in. Even last weekend when it was started to steam up I tried to embrace the change. (Just read the ridiculously romantic post I put up Monday morning.)  We slept with three fans these last three nights; peeled back the bedclothes and lay on our backs to cool our viscera.But yesterday it was 95 and today it’s going to be hotter still. And our house was built in the 1890s and the crawl-space on the third floor, which is right above our room, has a temperature like the Planet Venus.So I say Bring it back for God’s sake, husband of mine, bring back the AC! I can’t budge the thing or I’d do it myself. This is me in happier times with my hair looking better than usual. (I really am a lot younger than I seem. :-))