It's hot - no, it's cold
After recently realizing how disappointing it is to check my friends' blogs regularly, only to discover nothing new has been posted, I've decided to try to post on our blog more often. So when I have a few free minutes at work, I'll try to whip something up. This will sadly mean fewer photos, but I'll try to post photo blogs on the weekends.
This past weekend and Monday were miserably hot. I mean 90+F with 70+% humidity. For those of you without a handy heat index chart, this calculates to a heat index of 106F. So, at home, where we just have ceiling fans and an occasional breeze, it was quite uncomfortably warm.
On Monday night, the power went out around 3am, which means our lovely dehumidifier (which pulls 5 gallons of water out of the air in our bedroom each night and, in turn, significantly lowers the temperature) and ceiling fan, of course, promptly stopped. This instantly wakes us up as the stagnant hot, humid air seems to suck the life out of you. One minute you're snoozing, fairly cool and comfortable under a blanket; the next minute you're suffocating, covered in sweat, frantically throwing off the covers, getting as far away from your spouse as possible. This time Dave was the one to get out of bed, open all the windows and doors to allow any breeze to waft through the bedroom. Typically once one of us does this and crawls back into bed and nearly falls asleep, the power comes back on. The instant relief of the ceiling fan brings a smile to our faces though it gently wakes us up, leaving us with the quandary - is it worth getting back up, closing all the windows and doors and turning the dehumidifier back on? Dave decided yes, as I usually do, and stoically got back out of bed to bring back the cool, drier air. Along with these obvious benefits, the dehumidifier and closed windows serve to keep out the neighborhood noises of chickens, roosters, and various insects. (Most of our guests love the earplugs we provide, free of charge!)
As can be expected, the power went out again not five minutes after the dehumidifier had begun to sooth us back to a comfortable sleep. This time the machine hummed every few seconds in synch with the ceiling fan's half spins. We could tell they were trying their best to keep going, and we cheered them on. But, alas, WAPA won and the electric appliances we love so dearly died once more. Again, Dave saved us by opening all the windows and doors to the bedroom. And, when the power came on again a little while later, he closed them up and restarted the dehumidifier once more. Sometimes this happens more than once or twice during the night. When we give up and don't bother turning on the dehumidifier, it can be a miserably long night when the weather is warm like was that night.
The weather shifted last night though and brought us a very chilly breeze. My typical sleeveless shirt and shorts were not enough to keep me warm as the brisk breeze blasted through our apartment. I grabbed a long sleeve shirt and covered my legs with the spare couch pillows. Our thermometer indicated it was in the high 70s, but I bet with that wind chill the low 70s would closer to what it felt like. I had to sleep with socks on to keep from getting frostbite. Today the dark grey sky is pouring rain on the brave souls that venture off the 5 or 6 cruise ships that are here today. Definitely a day for some hot chocolate!
This past weekend and Monday were miserably hot. I mean 90+F with 70+% humidity. For those of you without a handy heat index chart, this calculates to a heat index of 106F. So, at home, where we just have ceiling fans and an occasional breeze, it was quite uncomfortably warm.
On Monday night, the power went out around 3am, which means our lovely dehumidifier (which pulls 5 gallons of water out of the air in our bedroom each night and, in turn, significantly lowers the temperature) and ceiling fan, of course, promptly stopped. This instantly wakes us up as the stagnant hot, humid air seems to suck the life out of you. One minute you're snoozing, fairly cool and comfortable under a blanket; the next minute you're suffocating, covered in sweat, frantically throwing off the covers, getting as far away from your spouse as possible. This time Dave was the one to get out of bed, open all the windows and doors to allow any breeze to waft through the bedroom. Typically once one of us does this and crawls back into bed and nearly falls asleep, the power comes back on. The instant relief of the ceiling fan brings a smile to our faces though it gently wakes us up, leaving us with the quandary - is it worth getting back up, closing all the windows and doors and turning the dehumidifier back on? Dave decided yes, as I usually do, and stoically got back out of bed to bring back the cool, drier air. Along with these obvious benefits, the dehumidifier and closed windows serve to keep out the neighborhood noises of chickens, roosters, and various insects. (Most of our guests love the earplugs we provide, free of charge!)
As can be expected, the power went out again not five minutes after the dehumidifier had begun to sooth us back to a comfortable sleep. This time the machine hummed every few seconds in synch with the ceiling fan's half spins. We could tell they were trying their best to keep going, and we cheered them on. But, alas, WAPA won and the electric appliances we love so dearly died once more. Again, Dave saved us by opening all the windows and doors to the bedroom. And, when the power came on again a little while later, he closed them up and restarted the dehumidifier once more. Sometimes this happens more than once or twice during the night. When we give up and don't bother turning on the dehumidifier, it can be a miserably long night when the weather is warm like was that night.
The weather shifted last night though and brought us a very chilly breeze. My typical sleeveless shirt and shorts were not enough to keep me warm as the brisk breeze blasted through our apartment. I grabbed a long sleeve shirt and covered my legs with the spare couch pillows. Our thermometer indicated it was in the high 70s, but I bet with that wind chill the low 70s would closer to what it felt like. I had to sleep with socks on to keep from getting frostbite. Today the dark grey sky is pouring rain on the brave souls that venture off the 5 or 6 cruise ships that are here today. Definitely a day for some hot chocolate!
posted by Kendra at 8:26 AM
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oh how different our lives are
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