Give…me….air.

I am completely confident that I was born in the correct era. I never would have survived living in a log cabin, in Texas, with no central air conditioning. I would have sucked at being a prairie mom. My kids would have starved due to my lack of gardening skills. Or, upon ordering them to go outside to play, they would have wandered off to be eaten by wolves…or captured by indians. They would have been clean though, because we would have spent all of our time in the water to keep from dying of heat exhaustion.

I am also quite sure that I would have been labeled as a tramp, as those dresses would have had! to! go! Who in their right mind would put themselves from head to toe in layered feed sack cloth or flipping wool???? Gah. I want to pass out right now thinking about it. No. I would have been barefoot and, at the very most, been dressed in a nice, sleeveless, tank slip. With a Quicksilver logo on the front.

Today we got the second bid on replacing our air conditioner, and it was $1000 less than the first one. Guess which one we picked. He said he could be here first thing tomorrow morning to install it. I wanted to cry, hug him and kiss him on the mouth, but the kids were home from school early, so I just wept silently and told him that all air conditioning repair men from Texas go to Heaven, and thanked him no less than 30 times.

In all honesty, we have really been lucky. A small cold front blew though last week, and temps have been hovering in the 80’s ever since. We have a small window unit in our bedroom, and we run that at night. I did feel somewhat guilty knowing that the boys are in their rooms with no window unit, but they don’t complain, so I got over it.

In this Little House, Ma, Pa and baby Carrie turn the window unit on to “High Cool”, shut the doors to the bedroom and praise God for the invention of freon.