Day 14: In Which We Refuse to Use the Air Conditioner (1/19/22)
This was the warmest day so far: close to 90 degrees. I baked another loaf of bread in the morning, with slightly better success, and enjoyed the gift of strawberry-rhubarb jam on fresh, buttered bread. Showered. Then took pity on the dogs, who looked uncomfortably hot, and gave them baths. (Well, Phil showered Ernie, who promptly rolled in a pile of dirt and leaves and had to be showered all over again.)
It was hot enough to turn on our central air (oh, the luxury of camping in a trailer!). But somehow that seemed wrong. We have traveled thousands of miles (well, at least a thousand) to get into warmth and sunshine. So now we’re going to waste electricity trying to get cool? It would defeat the purpose of our journey. So, no. As a Calvinist, I have my standards. We wanted warmth, and we got it. Stop complaining.
So I napped most of the afternoon, side by side with two damp dogs. Actually, a very nice way to spend a hot afternoon. Phil listened to podcasts and, as always, practiced piano under the picnic canopy.
After dinner we went for drinks with Jerry and El at their outdoor table and enjoyed remarkably good guacamole and conversation. I don’t know when we’ve chatted with another couple with such enjoyment. Another gift. The evening was cool, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a lot of warmth.
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