When I was younger, at times, I truly loved the heat.
I grew up in a tropical climate plus raised my children there, but every weekend, I took my children to the beach or the local lake to swim or to the park or elementary school playground to play.
My good friend and I would make a morning of it. I’d pack up some towels, drinks, lunch, popcorn, plus sunscreen, turn the thermostat on my air conditioner down about four degrees, plus off my good friend and I would go. The children always had a great time, plus got plenty of fresh air plus exercise. Two of the parks in my hometown had water spouts that helped to keep the children cool, plus these are the parks my good friend and I chose on the hottest mornings, because, cooling off is harshly crucial in a tropical environment. After a long morning of fun in the sun, my good friend and I would return cabin to an air conditioned house, grateful for the cool air. This is one big reason I would turn the thermostat down an extra four degrees before leaving, so that my good friend and I could cool off abruptly when my good friend and I returned home. After baths plus showers plus a nice lunch, my good friend and I would kneel around soaking up the air conditioner until bedtime. After the heat of the morning, my good friend and I would sleep so well in the cool air conditioner, often bundled up in blankets. Of course, I would turn the thermostat back up to seventy-six degrees, where I usually kept it throughout the week to conserve energy, but, that one weekend morning plus night, my good friend and I would splurge, because particularly cold air is a real treat after an harshly hot plus humid morning in the sun.