Mount Hope Bridge (Between Bristol and Portsmouth, no not in the UK) Google Earth
As to the title of this post, the weather as of late here in Little Rhody has been rather hot and sticky. Makes it deuced hard to sleep when one has decided -
"Air conditioning? We don't need no stinking air conditioning."
Well, "need" is a rather strong word, air conditioning over the past three weeks would have been "nice to have," but "needed"? Not really, we're all still alive, if a bit cranky. (Sorry Joe, I'm sure I've just committed some trademark violation. I claim "Unfair Use," or something.)
As I drove home from the place of employment on Wednesday (today as I write, yesterday as you read, or sometime in the past if you didn't read this on Thursday, the 18th of August), traveling across that bridge in the opening shot, a bridge which I traverse every day, twice, I thought to myself, "Self..."
Actually I was remembering the days of my youth (cue musical interlude) -
Yes, I was told what it means to be a man, but that's not my point. I'm still on the air conditioning thing.
When we were young (no, stop that Eric Burden, I mean it) we didn't have air conditioning at the ancestral home. No, we had windows. No, we didn't have any fans either, because (I remember this well Dad) we had windows. Windows to let the night air waft through to cool us as we slept.
Um, yes and no. Oft times there was no breeze, so we would lay there in pools of our own sweat and...
Um no. We didn't live in a van down by the river (I love that scene by Chris Farley) we had no air conditioning, try and keep up.
Yeah, we dealt with the weather conditions. You learned to sleep in that pool of sweat after a while. Well, not so much "learned" as after a few nights one was so freaking exhausted that I daresay we could have fallen asleep on the surface of the sun. Yes, not literally, I know that's not possible. Even if you travel at night. Or something.
So yeah, it's been like old home week, easier really, after all, I have a fan. I know Dad, I know, I'm a big sissy but I'm paying for the electricity, so I can "splurge."
While I wish I'd put the window units in, I actually don't care for their noise, the quality of the cool air and having to pay for all that electricity. After all, National Grid sent us our energy evaluation (sigh, no promotion this year) and we are the 26th most efficient users of energy compared to our neighbors. Hhmm, I might go next door and ask to see their eval.
And yes, The Missus Herself attributed our wondrous rating to my cheapness / laziness. Harrumph, like Al Davis used to say, "Just win baby." Well, that's enough for now, it seems the temperature has dropped from "Africa Hot" to "Honey, is the stove on Hot." Time to get some sleep. And yes, it's time to ramble on. Take it away boys...
Yes, I went there.