The Heat
The night is hot with unsettling sounds. The ceiling fan hovers over my bed, swiftly slicing and cooling calmly. A bang outside. Someone slammed a glass on a glass-topped outdoor table, you know the sound. The moon outside, shrouded by clouds or steam or heat or maybe the moon is melting. It’s hot.
Everything in my apartment is hot. My clothes are warm and I haven’t evem been wearing them.
Unlike last summer therw are no love making sounds coming from the apartment behind my bedroom wall. There are no moans of passion slipping up the stairs from the apartment downstairs. All that can be heard are the sounds of heat and sleep.
No AC
And it’s been about 105 degrees here today. So guess who now has her mattress downstairs on the dining room floor?
Should be an interesting night, with the whole family plus grandpa on one level.
Another downside of this weather: when you want to escape everything (like stupid homework, moving mattresses downstairs, and the fact that you ate like 7 biscuits at dinner) by taking a cool, refreshing shower, there is NO COLD WATER.
Hot water? Plenty. We’ve got hot water up the wazoo, and by wazoo I mean EVERY PIPE IN THE HOUSE including the drinking water. Cold water? Nada. I don’t even know if ice exists anymore.
I’m not complaining… it’s kind of like an adventure. And I guess it’s good that the alternative station keeps playing good songs.
My mom’s optimism pretty much sums it up: “It’s so great that my closet is a sauna. Some people pay for this!”
99% of the conversations in my shop this week...
- Me: Good Morning. :]
- Customer: Wow, it's hot in here.
- Me: Mmhmm. :|
- Customer: You have to work here here.
- Me: Yes. :[
- In My Mind: Rub it in you fucking asshole like I didn't realize it was 100 fucking degrees in here. Can you not see I'm sweating through my shirt?!
