My crazy neighbor S barely uses the heat or ac. She's been known to let the house get down to 45. Of course, she grew up in a house just heated by a woodstove (her parents wouldn't run the furnace) and no ac. In the winter, she slept in a snowsuit, boots and winter coat under multiple quilts. Summer, she slept on the porch. Her version of normal is a little whacked. She attributes her parents' insanity to her dad having grown up in an unheated house in England. I just think (no, actually, I know) her family is just a little nuts. I'm continually amazed at how normal and well adjusted she is. She DID have horrid taste in men, but landed the best boyfriend ever, so that's off the list now.
She did concede this past summer to allowing her awesome boyfriend putting in an ac unit in the bedroom and he gets to control it.
Two cakes, two loaves of bun, one of bread, Milo, rum, 7 bags of coffee, two boxes of tea, and two bottles of jam. That I can recall.
That sounds like travel torture.
Aaand, just found out my SIL's grandfather died. She's had such a shitty fall and winter. And now she has to go deal with her cracked out family, and I predict it gets ugly if he left anything to her. She doesn't anticipate he did (he was a cantankerous old coot) but she was one of his favorites, despite her parents essentially disowning her (he asked her "What the fuck is wrong with these assholes?" even as he was living with them!) and he just adored my brother and the boys. Uhg.
Ugh, poor her.
And holy foodstuffs, ita! Although I wouldn't mind some bun and cheese.
What an awful time for her. I am so sorry.
Ugh indeed. Funerals often don't bring out the best in families.
This time of year is windows open time. This week is 70s during the day and 60s at night. The a/c is set to 80 but it still kicks on occasionally.
I am thinking about going to the beach on Sunday.
Two cakes, two loaves of bun, one of bread, Milo, rum, 7 bags of coffee, two boxes of tea, and two bottles of jam. That I can recall. Food-related, anyway. I've never moved more. And I'm really glad my mother held back on the third cake. My sister still gives me shit for it, but Jesus--don't they understand I have a hard time travelling? How much explaining does that take?
Sweet spun-sugar Jesus, ita ! (Although I'm sure the coffee and rum are totes worth it.)
Our bedroom sticks out of the front of the house, and we keep the window unit in year round (we have central AC, but I CANNOT sleep hot, so it stays. No one fucks with my sleep hygiene!) but we have a down duvet so it's fine.
My office is upstairs, and I smoke in it, so I keep the window open year round with an exhaust fan sucking the air out. I have a space heater for the winter, but it's fine in the summer; I just put a fan over the AC vent directed at my body and work in undies and a tank. (WOO FREELANCING!)
ugh, poor SIL. That utterly sucks.
When we aren't here, we turn the heat off entirely and it gets to about 55-60 in the winter. We turn the heat on in the AM and it gets to maybe 68 then we turn the heat off for the rest of the day until the next AM. If it gets to 60, I'll turn the heat on for a bit and then off.
