New England homes are not built with air conditioning.
We typically grin and bear it through about two weeks of heat and humidity each summer, and pat ourselves on the back for being so hardy. Here we are, on day three of our heat wave, and I'm feeling VERY grateful for this:
It's not central air, but we have been centering our activities around it.
This morning I rallied the troops, and out to the garden we went to pick weeds together.
I heard Enrique groan when he stepped out of the front door, and then he exclaimed
"I think I just saw a tumbleweed!"
We really have nothing to complain about.
Yesterday afternoon we were driving to music lessons, and we passed an old farmhouse with several people sitting out on the front porch fanning themselves. I wanted to stop and ask permission to take their picture, but I felt shy and kept driving.
At least we have options for staying cool.