I grew up in a tropical climate, so, when I moved eight hours north, I didn’t expect the summers to be as hot.
Boy, was I wrong! When I moved here, it was because I was looking for a small city that was still in the south. My aged cabin city had just gotten too big for my tastes plus I wanted a safe arena to raise my children. I brought the youngsters up here a few months before my wife joined us, plus rented us a rather nice little three living room mobile cabin with central heat plus air conditioner for a particularly good price. Then, the heat wave came. Every morning, the hot plus cold temperatures went up to over a hundred plus five degrees, the heat index ranged between one hundred plus ten to one hundred plus twenty, plus even my central air conditioner was useless. I went to my landlady’s house to complain, plus her arena was just as hot as mine. I went to my sibling’s house on the other side of town. She had window air conditioners in every room, plus even her house was unbearably hot. I did manage to find a way to keep us cool. The tiny middle living room in my mobile cabin would truly stay pretty cool if I ran the A/C on full blast plus kept the door closed, so, my good friend and I spent about a week in that room. I worked the overnight shift at a local restaurant, and, when I got cabin with the youngsters in the morning, my good friend and I got food, drinks, toys plus books plus the youngsters plus I would stay in that room plus love the cool air conditioner while I dozed. At times I felt disappointing keeping the youngsters in that little room, but, they didn’t seem to mind. It seemed it was the only arena in city to stay cool.