If the Sun is my Brother, and my Sister the Moon, then, these past few days have been spent entertaining Cousin Heat. My air conditioning went out Thursday evening and a part had to be ordered. My repair is delayed until the part comes in — hopefully early in the week.
I’ve had flash backs of an early childhood of fans — eventually one window air conditioning unit. I may have been in high school when central air was installed. I can see the small fan I sat in the window sill of my bedroom. Even when we had one room with a window unit, my parents conserved energy bills by waiting to use it.
I’ve had flash backs of family and youth camping / state park lodge retreats with minimal or absent opportunities for cool air.
I have chosen to stay in my home and not seek cooler quarters with family or friends. The temperature in my home has ranged from 86F to 96F — mostly over 90F. Friday and Saturday morning, I woke up early — around 6AM — and was too warm to fall back asleep. Last night was the best — down to 86F with a fan in my bedroom window — yet I had to get up early to get ready for Mass.
I’ve used these days so far to allow myself to feel the heat of a person who has no access to a cool space. I’ve thought of the helpless children and pets who cannot control their environment and depend on adults to make the right decision for them. I think of the homeless on the street and of the elderly. I drink a lot of water and still think it’s not been enough — non-stop perspiration and damp clothes.
I opened my windows to the outside air and was greeted with more vivid sounds of the wild life in the woods behind my home. Most often I am closed up in my home — closed off to the heat, or to the cold, or to the pollen season.
Now I am uncomfortable and that’s okay.
Maybe a little more aware of what goes on outside of my usually closed windows.