We did not have central air conditioning in our home when we were growing up. We might have had a window unit somewhere? (Help me, sibs?) If we did have any “conditioned air,” I was unaware of it. I recall propping my window open and placing my head on the sill to catch a breeze. Having survived a possible decapitation made me think of turning on the air today for our heat wave.
It’s the time to hunker down and store the memory of this warmth for an icy day in December. And to this I offer a poor poem for our consideration. (Author unknown. Or unwilling to own.)
In July ‘tis the rule
One must try to remain cool.
Go ahead and hit the pool.
Do not be a silly fool.
Do not veg out on a stool.
Do not run out of fuel.
Use a fan as a tool
To continue being cool.
(Written while not in school.)