My wife was anxious for summer to arrive, so when I visited our apartment last week, I found the window air conditioners had already been brought up from the basement. Each of our three living spaces, as well as our daughter’s, had air conditioning units. When I got home, she was moving the AC unit into the kitchen. She rolled her eyes and asked me what it looked like when I asked what she was doing, but after I kissed her cheek, I told her it looked like she was rushing things. I wasn’t sure if winter had finally ended. Not until at least the middle of May did I even think about installing the window air conditioners. She told me impatiently that the temperature outside was eighty degrees and that she would not allow herself to suffocate inside. This morning, my fun friend and I watched the weather report, even though she clearly wasn’t paying attention to the forecast because it was only eight o’clock and it was supposed to be in the forties tomorrow. My friend and I listen to a weatherman who comes across as a comedian high on ADD medication, but who is actually quite accurate. The seven-day forecast awaits you if you can endure his antics for the full two minutes. I politely declined her request for assistance with the air conditioner. I didn’t bother to tell her that summer had arrived and that the air conditioner’s installation was her responsibility. The following day, she griped that a chilly wind was blowing in from around the air conditioner.
Residential heat and AC