Let’s talk environment conservation for a minute, shall we? You really have no choice since, well, I get to choose the topic. Still, in the spirit of cooperation, I’m going to pretend that you are nodding in agreement with me. Ok. Here we go.
I am an environmentally-conscious gal, as I have blogged about before. I recycle (bare minimum, I know). I keep the heat at 63° during the winter, 60° at night. I don’t use the dishwasher. I shower/bathe every other day. I do the laundry every two or three weeks. I don’t turn on lights for the most part, and I set the AC at 82° in the summer, 80 ° at night.
In other words, I try very hard to save energy whenever and wherever I can.
Now. Another thing I’ve blogged about before is that I HATE the heat. This is not a mild dislike. This is not an, “Oh, I prefer it colder, thank you very much.” This is a, “Goddamnsonofaaaaaaaaargh! I am going to kill this heat!” kind of hatred. I like to joke that I have reverse-SAD (a joke because SAD stands for Seasonal Affective Disorder, but most people only think of it as a winter thing. I get the blues, as it were, in the summer), but it’s not a joke.
My comfort zone is -20° to 40°. 40° to 60° is tolerable. Anything over 60° sucks. To break down the suckitude, 60° to 70°, I get more irritable, and my shirt starts sticking to my back. I am aware of the fact that I am sweating, and I don’t enjoy it. 70° to 80°, and I just want to go downstairs where it’s cooler, curl up on the papasan with my boys and sleep.
I get mean when it gets hot. I mutter uncomplimentary things under my breath, and my temper shortens dramatically. Now, I am not the nicest person on my best days, so you can only imagine what a bear I am when I’m wilting from the heat. In addition, strong sunlight hurts my eyes. People may think I wear shades to be cool, but I don’t. Any kind of light hurts my eyes, really (thus, the no-light thing I have going on in my home), but sunlight is especially bad.
I was out with my best friend last night, and I was moaning and grumbling about the heat and the mugginess. She’s from Florida, and she was laughing at me! Really. The nerve. To be fair, I laugh at her when it’s ten below and her spine is scrunching from the cold, but still. How rude. It was probably in the seventies last night after being in the eighties during the day, but it was so fucking muggy. I felt like I was in a vat of sludge.
Side note: I am planning a trip to Taiwan with my brother and niece this Christmas to visit my parents. It’s a good thing we’re not going now as it reaches the three digit mark with distressing frequency. That would simply shatter me.
Side note to the side note: Damn it. It’s my niece’s birthday in two weeks. I need to get her something.
Ok. Digressions over. For now.
Heat. Hate it. Conservation. Support it. However, the two clash in one instance–thermostat in the summer. Like I said, I had it at 82° last summer (80° at night), but I would turn it on if I exercised or if I got too hot. Now, as I previously defined too hot as anything over 60°, you can see why I have a dilemma on my hands.
I hate the heat. I want to conserve energy. I really fucking hate the heat. I really want to conserve energy. I wanna slit someone’s throat it’s so fucking hot–end game right there. It’s fine and noble for me to want to do what I can to protect our environment, but not at the expense of driving me insane. I can’t function in the heat (my brain goes on strike), and I’m just miserable if I’m sweating like crazy. In other words, yes, I have decided to do something that’s bad for the earth, but good for me. I am going to turn down the setting for the air conditioning so I don’t have to suffer like a martyr every summer (as much as I enjoy wallowing in my own martyrdom, even I have limits).
Besides, as I like to joke, I did not have fourteen kids (eight at one time), so I can turn down the thermostat a few degrees with minimal guilt (I feel guilt about everything, so minimal guilt is the best I can do). I have even half-convinced myself that it’s ok for me to do this.
Now, you wanna hear the funny thing? My fucking AC is broken. I turned it on today, and it doesn’t work. The repair guy isn’t coming out until Monday at the earliest, Wednesday at the latest. I will be blogging from my basement, muttering unkind things under my breath.