Thursday was a hot day and pretty humid too. I’ve discovered that the older I get the faster I can acclimatize to heat when it starts to get towards summer. When I was a kid I’d sweat buckets constantly all summer long. So when it got hot like it did Thursday (88°) I was surviving but wanted to turn on the central air conditioning. Molly was still at work and I knew she’d probably not be too thrilled if I turned it on just because it was the first day above 80°. So I lived with it. She came home and, like I assumed, upon my suggestion that we turn on the air she replied that we didn’t need to.
Fast forward to late evening when I arrived home from work…
I walk in the door and am greeted by the refreshing hum of the a/c and the cool feeling on my face immediately makes me smile. I drop my stuff off at my desk, let the dogs outside and check on the family. I walk into my bedroom, Molly sorta half wakes up and I said something about the a/c. All she said was that Tupper (our Jack Russell Terrier) was panting so she turned it on. I went about getting ready for bed simply happy that it was cool in the house. But after letting the dogs back in and laying down next to my wife the gravity of what she said hit me like a wet noodle.
Wait a minute! I’m the man of her dreams, provider for the family and love of her life but when I complain of the heat and humidity in the house I get nothing. All the dog has to do is stick out her tongue and pant and the a/c gets powered up?
The next day I confronted my wife with this theory and all I got for an answer was hysterical laughing.
Sheesh.
But, it did provide me with a contingency plan for the next time I want the a/c on. I’ll run Tupper up and down the street a couple times and then let her in to go find Molly, flop on her side and pant.