Yeah, I know. You’re thinking, “It’s summer, Amanda. Duh.” But understand this: I moved here a year ago and last August we had an unusually mild summer, which I was NOT aware of. So low and behold August hits and we sky rocket to the triple digits. Full out Indian summer. We don’t have central air in my house, just units in our bedrooms, and let me tell you — it makes no difference if I keep that baby cranked up all freaking day, by mid-afternoon my room is a sauna. Make that a dry sauna since we have no humidity here. WHICH makes no difference. Don’t get me wrong, I hate humidity, I dealt with it for ten years, but 110* is 110* any way you cut it.
This has also seriously cut into my riding time, and I get cranky when I can’t ride. I work my “real” job until 2pm and it is just too hot to ride in the afternoons. Hell, it’s too hot to ride in the mornings…it was over 80* by 8am on Sunday.
I gave in this week and went to Target to look for a fan, and I guess so did everyone else in the valley because they only had $50 fans or these little guys left.
It was only $15 and I needed something to point at myself as I tried to make it through the afternoons that I can’t seek shelter at houses with central air. I actually hate the color orange, but it was the only color they had left. It does it’s job…and is currently sitting on the bed right next to me.
Some people have it worse than I do. It stays cooler on the other side of the valley, but when it’s over 100* it’s still probably in the 90′s elsewhere. Jen and Julie for insistence have no AC at all. Last week I went over and hung out with Jen, bringing along a tasty treat I found on Pinterest. Strawberry sorbet and champagne. Can I get an ah-freaking-mazing? Because it was. We went through the bottle and then popped open some wine. Finished that by the time our meeting started at 8pm because we are lushes and then that night had a bit of an adventure. Jen tells better stories than I do so go read it on her blog. The lesson of the night for me was that I will pay $20 for a cab before ever taking an LA bus again. Subway or cab, that’s how I roll.
It’s supposed to “cool down” this week into the mid-90′s. Happy I am not.