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I absolutely, positively, hate air-conditioning.  Living with someone whose body temperature nears that of the temperature of the sun, and who has COPD and needs dried out air, you have to live with air-conditioning.  My husband’s claim to fame, aside from his renown for cooking stick-thin black fries, is that he keeps the air-conditioning up to a level that mosquitoes, frozen to the wall, become the decor.

I am usually up several hours before he is and I turn off the air and open the doors. This lets out the smell of garlic and onions that pervades the upstairs. When your body produces too many histamines, as his does, you tend to add too much of everything to whatever you are cooking. So, in the morning it is my time to breathe fresh air, without wearing a coat, when it is 80 degrees out.

I think humankind has reached a stage where our bodies are so used to the artificial temperatures created by air-conditioning that we can’t stand normal temperatures anymore.  People run from their air-conditioned cars to the overly air-conditioned restaurants. It’s not so bad in Indiana, but in Wyoming, I had to put on sweaters in restaurants and mom could barely stand it.  I  think their restaurants are attempting to make sure the food doesn’t get botulism before you eat it, so they refrigerate the entire restaurant.

Do you remember riding around town, when you were a teen, with the top down or the windows open, radio blaring? It was hot out, but hey, you were cool and who cared that other people didn’t like your music. Just try riding around now, on a hot day, with the windows down. You won’t make it twenty minutes in the heat and now the only music you hear is: Boom! Boom! Boom!

I would love to have the windows open at night too.  I love a night breeze, but this would mean breaking the windows, as most of them do not open and none of them have screens.  So, that is not an option.

The problem with the door being open in the morning, is irritating little Chihuahua has some weird fear of the open door. We think it has to do with her little body being caught in doors when she was young and sneaky and mom just couldn’t see her on the floor.  But, the dog will sit in the corner and cower when the doors are open. I figure she will get over it—

Eventually!!

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