Humidity

Humidity is not my friend. Really. I live in one of the most humid places not located in a third world country or some exotic jungle. That’s it—Florida. Florida reaches levels of humidity that are capable of creating oceans of sweat on the most lizard-like people. I am not even a little bit lizard-like. I make my own heat—just ask my ex-husband.

I spent the weekend on a camping trip in Virginia with several people of varying levels of heat-love. I spent as much time as I could doing things like sitting in the shade playing card games and reading. Or I’d sit in the wading pool that someone set up down the hill. I really don’t like humidity. Hot is OK to a point, but put a bunch of humidity in there with it and I just get unhappy.

I returned from my trip last night. My friend who took care of Binks and Mr. Bond for me had turned the air back down for me so the house would be cooler. I appreciated that immensely.

The only problem is, somewhere along the line, my air conditioner decided it wasn’t playing that game. It had an easy week with me gone, and it wanted to continue relaxing. I had other ideas, like not sleeping in a sheet swamp, with cat hair sticking to my skin.

At least I had my big fan set up and blowing full blast on me the whole night. Binks wasn’t really crazy about the noise so he mostly left me alone, but Mr. Bond decided it was fun and he got playful.

Today was my last day of vacation, so I could be here all day for someone to come fix it. I went down to the office as soon as it opened and told them about my problem. The lady in the office said she’d get a work order started for me. That was at 8:30. At 1:30, two guys showed up with hoses and tools and things and looked at my AC unit. Sigh.

It has a bad something or other that won’t work unless air is blowing across this grill thing. Great, so make the air go across the grill thing. Not that easy, of course. The part that makes all this happen isn’t available in my tiny little town. The repair man is going down south about an hour to get it. Great.

But he’s set me up with a temporary rig in the meantime. My extremely useful fan from last night is now stationed directly in from of the grill thing, out on my balcony. An extension cord is plugged in at the living room and runs out there to keep the fan blowing full time. So I can have the AC going for now, with somewhat less result than I would like. But it’s better than flat out humidity. He says he’ll be back tomorrow as early as he can to put the part on the AC for me, so I can get back to normal.

Hurray.