Anyone else feeling that heat wave right now?
In honor of Father’s Day this weekend, I’m making the trek back to Nebraska to stay at my parent’s house for a few days. And I am praying the weather cools off, because “do you know what it costs to cool an old house? DO YOU?”
Or “stock in the electric bill.” If you don’t know what that means, well neither do I. It was something I always heard growing up when I refused to shut off lights, keep fans running all day, or God forbid leave the back door open for longer than a second when the air was supposedly on.
“Were you raised in a barn?” My dad would ask, followed by, “the A.C. is running!”
Is it, dad? IS IT? Because this house feels like it’s 104 degrees.
Sorry, this is clearly a … dare I say heated subject for me. I’ve been fighting the air problem at my parents house since the early 90s. Since I was about five years old and was certain my dad had sensors on the thermostat because no matter where he was in the house, or in the state of Nebraska, he somehow always knew when my little fingers were about to reach up and turn that nob down a notch.
“What are you doing?” He’d suddenly pop out of the floorboards, or the vents, who knows where he was hiding, but he knew what I was about to do. He always knew.
“Nothing,” I’d lie and scamper off, once again unsuccessful at turning that magical little Honeywell nob.
In older homes the air control isn’t ran by buttons, but an actual circular nob you turn left to right. I’m not sure if “nob” is the correct term, I just know Honeywell is the maker because that’s what it reads in the middle and as a kid I’d always stare at it and think, “honey, well this isn’t working.”
In the thick of a Nebraska summer, when it was still 95 degrees and humid at 10 p.m., my sister, brother, and myself, would actually lay sheets down in my parents room and sleep on their floor, because a floor was a better option than our stifling hot beds. Also, their room was the coldest in the house… imagine that. They claim it’s because their room was a part of the “new addition,” but I think the verdict is still out on that one.
You ever have those childhood memories that you don’t realize are really kinda weird until you look back on them 20 years later? That’s one of them for me. And yet it was so completely normal at the time.
But I digress.
My parents have gotten a little better with the air. A little. I’ll be able to give you a full update in about eight hours.
And just to be safe, I’m packing a misting tent with me to set up in my old room. A room that is now a mix of my old high school memorabilia plus my dad’s elliptical plus my mom’s gift wrapping accessories.
Back to my parents house I go!