So, the set up with the fan on the grid thing didn't do much good. The apartment never got below 80 degrees, and even the humidity stayed where it was. I finally deserted the cats (after giving them more fresh water) and ran away to the movies to cool off.
The upside is, I finally got to see Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. I even enjoyed it. Well, except for the cartoonish way General Grieves wrung his hands; that was a little much. But overall, the story went as I expected and I enjoyed how the film makers took it there. They botched one point that bothers me. I remember Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia having a conversation where Luke asked Leia if she remembered her mother. Leia remembered how sad her mother was. It would make sense that she would remember her mother's sadness if Amadala had actually survived the childbirth, but she didn't. How does Leia remember ANYTHING? Is this part of her little bit of Jedi that she has?
Anyway, back to the point of my ranting. I finished the movie, and with dread, I returned to the sauna (read: apartment). Yep, still 80 and humid. I expect thunder storms to break out inside here any minute.
I gave up with the blasted fan/grid/rig thing. I unplugged my great big fan, wrastled it back to my room and put in on top of my dresser, right in front of the windows that I cranked open as far as they'd go. Then I turned the sucker on full blast and set it to rotate. I turned the AC off so it wouldn't blow up. Now the rest of the apartment is approaching 85 (in just 20 short minutes--thunder storms I tell you) and I am giving up on the lot and going to my breezy bedroom to sweat in the sheets with cat fur stuck to my skin.
More on this adventure after the guy comes back with the part. If this doesn't work, I'm moving into the refrigerator.
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