I wasn’t expecting summer to arrive with such a sweltering swagger. Then again when you live in New England you really learn to expect the unexpected. The same can’t be said for visitors and strangers like my mother. Although not a stranger to me, she is to this area having visited here on but a handful of occasions. As you can see below, we encourage her to wear a name tag wherever she goes; that way people know she’s not ‘from round’here.’
I can vouch that she hasn’t learned to handle the weather New England can throw at you. When you’ve spent 80 years living in Vancouver where the only weather extreme is that it can rain for weeks on end, you can understand why.
For the past week and a half the 70 degree days and 55 degree nights have had her walking around with layers of sweaters, even jackets and hats. Karen and I kept discovering the thermostats reset all over our house. I highly doubt our furnace has ever gotten this big a workout in June! Meanwhile, our vehicles were turning into virtual mobile sauna’s. When the weather forecast hinted at a heat wave this week, I suggested we break out the air conditioners from the cellar. My mother announced she wanted nothing to do with air conditioning. She said that she couldn’t wait for the heat to arrive! In fact she was anxiously looking forward to it.
Yesterday as the heat rolled in and the thermometer spiked into the 80′s by mid morning, I carted one a/c unit from the basement to our second floor. The humidity had me drenched within minutes. After an hour of wrestling the beast into place and securing the windows so that it would stay there, I returned downstairs. By now the first floor was approaching the ‘unbearable’ range as the thermometer revealed we were well on our way into the upper 90′s.
By midday with the heat index soaring off the charts, my dear old mom relented. ”Perhaps” she suggested, “we should put the a/c in her room……just in case.” Back down to the cellar to fetch another unit. Back up to the second floor to sweat and wrestle it into place. It hummed away all afternoon and by dinner it was obvious that my mother had taken an instant liking to air conditioning.
This morning with the forecast calling for a repeat of the day before, ( maybe worse ) my mother inquired about the remaining units in our cellar.”Perhaps we should put them to use on the first floor??”
Her concern of course, being the dogs. Two hours and several buckets of sweat later, I had the house buttoned up and 2 more a/c units humming and blowing cool air into the first floor. The dogs of course were thrilled that they could go back to sleep without endless panting. My mother meanwhile was discovering the pleasure of being “cool”. Cool never felt so good.