We fought it and fought it, but this past weekend the air-conditioning had to be turned on. I know, right? It's early May. But nonetheless, it's just hot enough during the day to make coming home at night a very sweaty ordeal.
In other homes I've lived in, leaving windows open and fans on usually took us into at least late May, but there's something about our house that doesn't lend itself to it. I suppose when they built this neighborhood in the early 50's (at least our side of the street), people were excited about the modern, ranch, air-conditioned houses and shunned the idea of creating draft friendly homes. I suppose when they purchased their state of the art turquoise fridges and stream-lined, plastic covered couches, they hoped never again to open windows, light fires or do any of the things their grandparents had to do.
I've opened every single window and turned on every oscillating fan I could get my hands on in hopes of getting a breeze, and let me assure you, air does not move around in here. So, last night, I relaxed on the patio, burned my citronella candles and listened to the faint whir of the air unit. Ahh... nothing like the sounds of modern technology to drown out those pesky singing doves in the evening.