I realize I shouldn’t complain, but I will anyway. It’s getting hot in Norwalk, CT. Yesterday reached the 90s and today should get to 94F. Since many of the houses in the northeast are several decades old, they don’t have central air conditioning. This includes my place.
I find it kind of funny how uncomfortable I am finding this heat when just one year ago I was living just seven degrees north of the equator. Curious, I decided to check the weather in Guyana, just to see what I would be experiencing there.
Though not as hot in Guyana, not a single day this week will we cooler than 85 degrees or have less than a 60 percent chance of precipitation. Three of the next seven days have a 90 percent chance of precipitation or greater. And it’s not even the rainy season in Guyana.
To get to the point of my story…yesterday, I caved in, drove to Wal-Mart over lunch, and purchased a $188 air conditioner to install in my bedroom window. My bedroom is in the attic, so I can’t tell you how happy I now am and how much better I slept last night.
I still feel guilty, though, for my Peace Corps friends down in Guyana go weeks, if not months, without feeling the luxurious blast of a cool, crisp, air conditioned greeting upon entering a room or building. Heck, a few of them don’t even have electricity.
Nonetheless, it doesn’t take long for my personal Jack Frost to help me relax and play it cool.