Air Conditioning War

When you get right down to the nitty-gritty, the phrase climate control can drop the pretense of the word climate and just get to the business of control. Granted there are many factors that regulate the desire or lack there of for air conditioning. We all know that as your muscles age or atrophy from lack of use they loose the ability to generate body heat. Well, maybe we all don't know that but that is how it works. When you are busy, say cleaning house or preparing a meal with the use of an oven or stove top, not only does your internal temperature rise so does the temperature of the house. Throw in the fact that the windows are up letting hot air in and most of the ceiling fans are not on because some older person in a sleeveless gown is "cold" the temperature in your home could actually be say 88 degrees. To say that can make you crabby would be an understatement. The air conditioning war is on.

The first strike was to close the windows and turn on the central air conditioner that has very few miles on it's three years of age. This battle move was not with malice, the temperature was set at 75-76 as our household is anti-digital, but it was with might. The gauntlet was thrown down by stating the air conditioner better not be turned off during the night because someone is cold. There are blankets and other sleep clothing available. The defensive move, that came at some undisclosed time, was to turn the temperature up to 80. This was noted but not acted upon.

To say this is a cold war would not be an understatement. A plan for action was devised with a clear head in the comfort of air conditioning at work. The heat of the day, the ceiling fans turned off, and the stove top on aided in the temperature elevation. A quick check of the temperature control revealed the setting to be cemented on 80. With out a word the stealth attack came with the removal of a blouse while continuing to clean the kitchen. Suddenly there was no one at the dining room table. Mopping a floor can make you really hot so off comes the Capri's. This counter attack was not misinterpreted as an amorous move, a line had been drawn in the hot air.

The near nudity was not mentioned until I calmly sat on the sofa next to my husband, who had shielded his 93 year old mother from my cooling off by putting her to bed, when he sweetly said, "Honey, if you are hot turn the air down". I told him that was a great idea because there was not much more I could take off.

We will see what happens tonight. He knows now that I am fearless. In fact this morning as I left he mentioned I was getting kind of crabby. Georgia heat can do that to you.