Last week it got up to almost 80 degrees, but sometime in the middle of the night, I heard the heater kick on. I didn’t think last night would get that cold, but it did. The night saw a shift in the weather. Rain was falling and the wind was howling. As midnight approached, the temperature outside dropped from seventy to thirty-six, and the house cooled down nicely. Not forcing my husband to turn on the air conditioner was a wise decision. It was pretty chilly when I woke up, so that’s probably a good thing. When I woke up, the thermostat was set to sixty degrees, and there was a fire burning in the fireplace. I got dinner going for him so he could get to work on time. He assured me that today would see a high volume of repair requests because people had been using air conditioning even though the thermostat was set to heat. With the temperature nearly thirty degrees lower than it had been earlier in the week, normalcy had been restored, and people had forgotten to switch back to heating. Many of his clients had him come to their homes and charge extra for resetting their heating system’s thermostat. It’s better than discovering there’s a problem with the heater or thermostat that my amazing friend and I suddenly forget those little things, like switching from heat to AC. Even though I know my husband, the HVAC technician, will charge them as little as possible, it will still be money out of their pockets that they didn’t have to spend.
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My mother informed me I should be an actress. (feigned a faint without AC)
When my mom told me last month that I should be an actress when I grow up, I didn’t think she was being funny.
I gave her the best fake faint she’d ever seen, but alas, she caught me peeking out from behind my eyelids and knew I was just being dramatic.
My room was hot, and I requested that the air conditioner be activated. She did not give in to my melodrama and instead told me to pull myself together. She didn’t turn on the air conditioning just to make me feel better. She instructed me to turn on the fan and draw the curtains during the afternoon. It would be much more comfortable to sleep with the windows open at night. I had to draw the blinds and shut the windows in the afternoon. It was how mom maintained a comfortable temperature at home in the afternoons. I was also instructed to leave the ceiling fan on. Even though she claimed she didn’t, I knew the temperature in her bedroom and the rest of the house was quite comfortable. I was able to “feel the HVAC ducts,” she said. She had the experience to know what to do, and despite my request, she did not turn on the air conditioning. I muttered angrily as I stomped to my room. For good measure, I slammed the door. That night, without telling her, I opened the window and turned on the fan to see if it would help. As soon as I got out of bed, I lowered the blinds and rolled up the window. When I moved into my cabin at college, the temperature in my room dropped.
I told Dad I would die of heatstroke without Air Conditioning
My father’s laughter was the loudest I’d ever heard until I told him I’d die of heat exhaustion if we didn’t have air conditioning.
- He refused to turn on the air conditioning because my amazing friend and I still had a lot of pleasant weather ahead of us.
In the middle of April, the temperature outside hit eighty degrees. He assured me that this April heat wave was not an anomaly and that it would happen again. It was going to be in the sixties again until May, and he refused to deal with the air conditioner on nights when my awesome roommate and I would need the heater. I assumed he was being unreasonable because he didn’t want me to feel at ease. Nobody made him stay in their room until they finished their homework, least of all him. Instead of cooking in a stuffy bedroom, he could spend his time doing something more pleasant. Going to work was the only requirement, and I had no doubt he would perform admirably. I finally told him how I really felt, and his response was an eyebrow raise. I was asked, “Do you know what he does?” In my mind, I always imagined him tending a flower garden. He probed my thoughts on whether the hothouse got its name from the abundance of climate control or whether the temperature had to be kept high to sustain the young plants. Perhaps he was onto something, but I was not about to concede that I saw his point. I was hoping he’d install at least one window air conditioner because I was sure he’d had worse days at the office than the few I was complaining about at college and at home. I’m crossing my fingers that it’s my window.
I was drinking hot chocolate in front of the air conditioning
Perhaps I’ve developed a taste for warm beverages like chai tea and hot chocolate.
In the afternoon today, I sat in front of the window air conditioner with a mug of hot chocolate.
I was sweating buckets and fanning myself, but I just couldn’t put down the cup. Every last drop had to go down my throat or. I couldn’t even fathom the reason. I was aware that there was a problem on my hands. Even though the cold air was blowing directly into my face, I couldn’t bear to cool off with a glass of ice water. Whether it was hot chocolate or chai tea, I knew that I needed that hot, creamy drink or my afternoon would not go as smoothly as it should. I wrapped my hands around the mug of hot cocoa and drank it slowly and steadily. Because of a severe case of head itching, I had to hold my palms in front of the air conditioner to relieve the itch. And then, just two minutes later, I had to do it again. Even though I was about to throw up from the heat of the hot chocolate on my tongue, I chugged it all the way down. After sensing that the heat in my office was making me ill, my husband brought me a tall glass of ice water and instructed me to drink it quickly. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get everything done that afternoon because I hadn’t had my usual quarterly ration of hot chocolate or hot chai tea. Now that my awesome friend and I have turned on the air conditioning for the season, I think I’ll need to start having it with dinner.
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It may be Spring, however, it feels like AC weather
Even though it’s only the middle of April and technically still Spring, the weather the last few days has definitely called for air conditioning.
I’ve asked my husband to help me install window air conditioners because, regardless of the causes of the heat, I cannot stand being in the room.
He reassured me that the temperature would drop to the forties at night and that my awesome roommate and I could always open the window if we were too hot. At night, my amazing friend and I could throw open the windows, but during the day, I was stuck inside. The ceiling fans weren’t cutting it and it was too hot to have the windows open. This afternoon he saw on TV that the weather was supposed to return to normal. As I scowled at my Kindle and tried to focus on my work, he offered me some helpful information. He was playing his games while I was drenched in sweat and at a loss for words. Since lunch, he hadn’t gotten up from the table or his phone games. It was too hot, he said, and he should stay inside. I suggested he do his laundry in the basement, where it would be cooler. We took advantage of the pleasant weather to clean our carpets and hang them to dry outside. He checked his watch and declared that it probably was. The afternoon sun and heat wave had no effect on anyone but me. Never before had I been so infuriated with him. I considered slicing his cell phone in half.
Was it a ghost, or awful heating?
My best friend and I had been planning to visit the UK for a long time.
My wonderful friend and I stayed in an old castle in the United Kingdom for our honeymoon.
At first, I thought it would be exciting, but now I realize how terrified I really was. When my amazing companion and I arrived, we were given a guided tour of the castle. My awesome friend and I were warned not to wander the halls lest we become disoriented and encounter one of the resident ghosts. Even though the mere mention of ghosts sent shivers up my spine, I assured my wife that I was unafraid. In the wee hours of the morning, nature called, and I stumbled out of bed to attend to it. A shiver ran up my back at the thought. Even though I knew the castle had terrible heating, I was afraid it was haunted. When I got back to the room, I complained to my wife about how chilly the corridor had been. The room, I was told, was too hot. She added a new log to the fireplace and raised the temperature a bit. That night, I stayed in bed, wide awake. The air was chilly, and I was positive I heard noises coming from somewhere in the walls. My wife woke up and asked if she should raise the temperature once again. It was set to sixty degrees, despite her doubts that the fireplace would provide sufficient heat. I reassured her that everything was fine, and she looked at me. She laughed and pointed out that I had previously denied the existence of ghosts.
The mansion's cold exterior contrasted with its warm interior
I had no idea what to expect when I was invited to an anniversary and given the name and address of the site.
- I wasn’t originally from the area, but I attended the anniversary celebration because I became very close with the bride while we were both in college.
My amazing friend and I have stayed in touch throughout the years, and our friendship has only grown stronger. The bride and groom had arranged for a car to pick me up at the airport and drive me to the location where they had reserved a room for me. When the limo arrived, I thought for sure the driver had the wrong address. The car my friend and I were in was parked in front of a 1680s mansion that looked both forbidding and cold. It was pretty, but not somewhere I’d choose to host an anniversary or overnight guests. The interior of the mansion had been renovated to make it more spacious and bright, but it still retained the homey feel of the original structure. When I got inside, the temperature was 40 degrees and it was raining lightly. The mansion fit me like a glove as soon as I stepped inside. The arena’s heating and cooling systems, if any, remained a mystery to me, but they were certainly impressive. As I entered the room, the heating and cooling system automatically adjusted to the ideal settings. Not only were temperatures ideal, but the air was so pure that dust would have been visible on a cloudless day. I knew I would enjoy the anniversary, but staying in the mansion with its flawless Heating and A/C system made me happier.
There was a fireplace concealed behind centuries of wallpaper
My companion and I were working on a home renovation.
My amazing companion and I were hired by the owners to strip the walls of their dated wallpaper and reveal the drywall beneath.
When my amazing friend and I first started exploring, we expected to find nothing more exciting than an ant and bug-infested wallboard. Over 200 years had passed since anyone had called the house they were standing in the home.The cabin’s owners hoped to open it as a bed-and-breakfast, so they invested heavily in renovations. My awesome pal and I got right to work ripping wallpaper off the walls. A fantastic friend and I scraped for days, sprayed, and scraped some more, and we finally got to where we thought we were on the last layer. When I smacked into something solid, I was taken aback. It wasn’t like touching drywall or wood. It was as if I were striking a stone. I got a hold of my partner and filled him in on the situation. After about ten more layers of paper were peeled away, my awesome pal and I uncovered an old fireplace. There were so many layers of wallpaper on the wall that the fireplace was completely concealed, additionally, a board was placed in front of the hearth to further conceal it. He was taken aback when the proprietors showed up that afternoon. Although he was relieved to see the fireplace, he had not anticipated discovering such a treasure behind the wall coverings. He was disappointed to learn of the house’s secret treasures. He wished that my awesome friend and I could find another hearth.
The bathroom must have better ventilation
I dread going into my bathroom because of how it looks.
Bathroom humidity is the worst. I haven’t had time to hazard a guess as to how to improve the ventilation system. When I step out of the shower, the thought crosses my mind to invest in a state-of-the-art ventilation system, but as soon as I leave the bathroom, the thought disappears. I considered leaving a note on the table, but then I realized that I would just see it when I got home from work and then go straight to the cabin center anyway. Unfortunately, the nice bathroom ventilation system I found that came with built-in heat and lighting was too big for my bathroom. I had planned on going to a different shop, but after putting down the Kindle, I realized I needed a new fan for the bathroom instead. I apologize if this makes me seem inept. I need to improve my memory and take better care of my house. I’m attentive and remember details well, but using the restroom isn’t a top priority for me. The bathroom is just a functional space that I use only when absolutely necessary because I have been renovating the rest of the house. When my brother visited last week, he remarked that the bathroom had a musty odor and that I should install a better ventilation system. I put on my sweater and asked him to drive me into town. Regardless of what my brother thought, I was going to find a store that sold the ventilation with heating and a light kit while I was thinking about it and had someone to keep me focused.
Exquisite art deserves exquisite Heating and A/C
The heating and cooling system is barely audible, but the constant temperature is a constant reminder that it exists.
The second grade field trip that sparked one of my greatest interests was to. Our class took a field trip to the local museum, which I knew housed some incredible artifacts but never imagined would be so accessible to the casual visitor. I was told there were statues even older than that and that some of the paintings were from the 1680s. I wish I could have afforded to bring those paintings up to the cabin and hang them over my bed. If I had had access to them, I could have viewed them whenever I pleased. The paintings would not have survived well in my house anyway. Poor heating and air conditioning forced my friend and me to leave the museum early. Now that I have the option, I always go to the museum on foot. I take a seat on the bench and stare at one of my prized artworks. The heating and cooling system is barely audible, but the constant temperature is a constant reminder that it exists. There isn’t much of a difference in the relative humidity or temperature, and the only reason I can tell that the dancers’ steps are getting higher or that her toes are pointing more is because of the lighting. Perhaps she appreciates that I found her pose amusing. I look forward to returning to the museum on future occasions, and as long as the superior heating and air conditioning systems are in place to preserve the works of art on display, it will remain my preferred venue. I can’t wait until next week when I get to take my daughter there.