Feelin’ Hot Hot Hot!*
(*From the song performed by Buster Poindexter in 1987)
It has reached 80-something in interior Alaska, several times over the past week. I’m not whining about it, but I’m perfectly OK with 70s. Even 60s is fine with me. You see, most of us don’t have air conditioning up here. And in the summer, the sun is up all day long - which means it can be hot all day long.
We’ve managed to keep the house cool by drawing all the curtains and not allowing the sun to shine into the house. But what fun is that? We spend 7 months of the year yearning for sunshine, and then find ourselves closing the blinds against it in the summer months, so the temperature in the house doesn’t rise to 90F.
At night, we run into another problem. We have a fan in the home office window that draws warm air out of the house. We open the bedroom window so the cooler night air will be drawn in. But we have to close the black-out curtains in the bedroom so we can sleep, which means the air is blocked. Fortunately, the air does cool down in the middle of the night (if you can call it that). So much so, that we find ourselves closing the window against the 50F air, and snuggling under our soft fleece blanket. Now that’s perfect sleeping weather.
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I hope all of my American readers had a nice Fourth of July. Steve had to work, so I spent time with Lisa on both Friday and Saturday.
On Friday, we decided to take the furkids up to Murphy Dome for a hike. I wasn’t sure how Sedona was going to react to having Bella in such close quarters (the back of my car), but after an initial snarl and a “I’m the queen here, and this is my car” bark, she turned her attention into putting her head out the window and ignoring Bella.
