Conditioned

We talked about the AC last night. This is the best we've ever had, and this summer the staleness is starting to drive me nuts. Especially since I work in cold, filtered air all day. Cool enough to sleep at night, but the fan goes and goes. I wouldn't choose overheated nights again, been there done that. I remember hot Michigan summers with only fans blowing the sweaty air around, dampened sleep. These past two summers have been our only ones with modern central air in the apartment, and although it's been good, I've started to get cabin fever. So when D was up early this morning, he turned it off, and opened all the windows, and I woke to the quiet noises of the city in early morning, and fresh air to breathe. With the commercial parking lot right beside us, and the apartment driveway below, we get too much motorcycle, neighbors loud talking, and delivery truck backing up beeping racket to leave the windows open at night. During the day, the construction din from heavy machinery across the street funnels up the driveway.

The poor kid I was would be horrified that I'd now be complaining about living so posh. And I know I have it good. But every solution carries with it a new set of problems.

My poor-self really does see this as luxurious, with a washer and dryer inside the apartment, humidity control, a dish with a DVR! OMG! And I USE the DVR. Being able to pause a tv show is USEFUL. I decide I want to take my shower, start a load of laundry, I don't wait for a commercial, I pause, then come back when I'm done, and skip the ads. Brilliant. My younger self would have no sympathy at my whining about it being only a one-bedroom, with limited closet space, a long hallway or having to go through the bathroom to the bedroom. Oh, poor me, wah.

Watched Igor this week, in bits, which is probably the best way. It's a clever little movie without a center. Reminds me of Romeo + Juliet, another film with a ton of great moments and ideas, that just never gels as a story. Scamper's constant suicide attempts - all unsuccessful because he's been made an immortal rabbit, gets into the deepest, darkest pit of my sense of humor. Bug Bunny via Dave & Max Fleischer meets Harold and Maude. It ends sappily, and I kept wanting to switch it off, but then a line or a look would make me laugh.





I think Moby was enjoying the change of air as well, without storms yet today. That, and getting his tum rubbed.