Summer Comfort

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I grew up in parsonages–eight years in one, three-and-a-half years in another, and five years in a third. Although I was in college after that, I lived in a fourth parsonage off-and-on until after graduation.

I mention parsonages specifically because–unless things have changed drastically, and I pray that they have–they are notorious for their lack of amenities that the homes of most church members have. And generally a lack of adequate upkeep.

But I can’t really blame the lack of air conditioning on the fact that I lived in parsonages. I grew up slightly before the time air conditioners became readily available.

I have fond memories of the window fan that seemed to run all summer long and the individual smaller fans placed in strategic places throughout the house. And of course there were those adjustable slotted wooden devices that could be placed in open windows with the windows themselves closed down against them, holding them firmly in place.

Once I was out on my own, I lived for a while in an air conditioned apartment. What a wonderfully comfortable change!

But then I had to move–and ended up in a third floor apartment with no A/C. I’ll never forget those hot August nights when I would tiptoe down the steps to the second floor landing and zonk out on a sofa there. Still quite hot, but bearable.

Flash forward to more recent years. Like most of you, I’ve had air conditioning for so many years–it took forever to get my first car A/C, but I doubt you can buy a car now without it–I can’t imagine ever having to go back to the “good old years” that were anything but good, at least in terms of summer comfort.

But comfort can still be an issue. Where two or more family members disagree about what temperature the A/C should be set on.

Doesn’t matter, though. I can deal with sleeping beneath a blanket during the summer months to keep from freezing. But who would ever have thought that would be my version of “comfortable” at my age?

What about you? Are you in control of the temperature of your environment? How about leaving a comment?

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Hot or Cold?

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My mother died in 1994. A year after my father. One thing I recall all too clearly about her advanced age was the breathing problems she had when the weather was too hot and the constant problems with trying to stay halfway comfortable during extremely cold weather.

At sixty-eight, I don’t yet struggle with problems like those, and I hope I don’t.

Looking back to when I was younger, I used to prefer cold weather to hot. After all, when I’m hot, I can only take off so many clothes without being arrested for indecent exposure. But when I’m cold, there’s no limit to the number of additional clothes I can put on–if I don’t mind looking super-pudgy. Like the way I look when I wear what my wife describes as my Nanook coat. (See the right-hand picture above.)

Now I’m not so sure I was right. Yes, when I’m too hot I feel drained. Although I try to avoid mowing the lawn when the temp is too high–I’ve already had to mow it twice this spring–I invariably feel drained by the effort. In fact, I feel drained doing that even when the weather’s not too hot.

But when I’m sitting around in winter time and  have to get up to put on one more sweater–I refuse to turn the thermostat above seventy–I feel very vulnerable to the cold and feel extra sorry for the homeless.

But the toughest times to deal with are those when the temperature is in-between and a light jacket is too hot, but even a long-sleeved shirt isn’t quite warm enough.

Today is a beautiful spring day. It’s seventy-two degrees outside, the heat is off, and the front door is open. With the storm door set to screen mode, a mild breeze is helping to bring some of outside inside. (Hopefully not the pollen, however.) A while ago I took my guitar outside and sat on our little wooden bench to take advantage of the sunshine.

Nights are still in the thirties and forties. We usually remember to turn the heat on–in the mid-sixties takes the worst of the chill off–but we occasionally forget. Even though it may be a bit nippy when we get up, the extreme cold of winter seems to be past.

So which do I prefer now–hot or cold? Hard to say. Better just to accept whatever is, don’t you think? But to really enjoy and take advantage of days like today.

Comments are welcome.

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I’ll be back again on Wednesday. If you’d like to receive my posts by email, go to “Follow Blog via Email” at the upper right.

“On Aging Gracelessly” is only one of my two blogs. I post lyrics of the Christian songs I’ve written over the last fifty years on  “As I Come Singing.” Check it out HERE if you’re interested.  Free lead sheets (tune, words, and chords) are available for many of them. View the list HERE.

If you enjoy my writing, you’ll find a number of things to read on my website. Also music to listen to and music-related videos to watch.

My newest novel, The Devil and Pastor Gus, is available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Go HERE for links to those places.
Tentative-Front-Cover
Best regards,
Roger