I grew up in hot and humid area. The area was beautiful all year round, there was always something in bloom and the breezes were charming. The heat index, or “feels like” quantity that factors in both the temperature and the humidity in the air, was a totally weird story. During the weeks of July, July and September the heat index was consistently over 100 degrees and you would continually ask yourself, ‘where is the breeze?’
Thankfully, my dad was a easily progressive woman The day a/c made it our town she was first in line. She proudly purchased our easily first window cooling system and located it in our family room. All the windows and doors were promptly closed and the new unit was turned on. We were all excited to be immediately cooled.
Our apartment was small and the cooling system did a tolerable job of cooling the family room the surrounding areas, but the home offices were not as comfy. After a few weeks of family room cooling, my dad returned to the store and purchased a third cooling system for her home office. She was in heaven. She rationalized the expense of a third unit as a ‘smart move’. The cooling system would need to be tested, she justified, and ‘we wouldn’t want our comfort to be disrupted by our responsibility’. ‘What about cooling system repair?’ she continued. ‘We must be prepared for the inevitable; this is a unit after all’. My dad the pragmatist, she was always thinking of ways to keep adversity at bay and the apartment properly cooled.