This blog is pretty much a bitch and complain blog about First World Problems but I have to pipe up. (Again.) It is 30 fucking degrees in our house right now. That is 86 in American. I live in the west coast and we haven’t seen temperatures like this in years. Most people that live in this part of the world do not have air conditioning because no home builder would have seen it as a good way to spend money and even if he (or she) did it would only be used for maybe 6 weeks a year and even then there would be days in between of not needing it at all. Until now. Call it global warming (I do). It is so hot! I do have a portable air conditioner that I bought when I was working nights because it was so hot trying to sleep in the day but it only cools up to 400 feet which actually means about 100. I was so desperate that I carried it up the back steps by myself because my husband is out and I am DYING. Actually, that is a lie. There are about 12 steps and I got to the 9th and I called my daughter, praying she would hear me. Bad idea carrying an air conditioner up the stairs by myself. She did hear me, thank god, and came to my rescue and helped me carry it up the last few steps.
In answer to what kind of car I have. (Yesterday’s post.) It is a 1997 Toyota Corolla and it is, according to Consumer Reports, one of the best cars ever made. And it is! Yes, it is old but it is reliable and it rarely breaks down and when it does repairs are minimal. I take good care of it. Oil changes and whatever my trusty mechanic says I need. And he is trustworthy. He is actually semi-retired and works from home.
Well, it is time for my bath then bed.
All of you who are currently rolling your eyes that I am complaining about my house being 30 C remember I am also having hot flashes.