Friday, August 26, 2005

Ahhhhhhh . . . .

The insect sounds have changed at night.

It's cooler, and the whine of cicadas has given way to subdued cricket chirping not long after sunset. It sounds good and feels good.

I never bothered to drag our window unit up to our bedroom this summer. That room doesn't have central air because doing the ductwork must have been a little too challenging back in the 30's when our coal-grate fireplaces and stoves were retired in favor of central heat.

So through this summer, Laurette and I were cooled only by the good cross-ventilation of our bedroom (windows on 3 walls) and a ceiling fan. Some nights it was pretty warm. But as you know if you've ever seen Body Heat, sweat is not always a bad thing . . .

Anyhow.

It got down into the 60's last night, and that felt pretty good, too.

4 comments:

Mr. Sun said...

Super. Now I've got to deal with the visual of you smashing some Aycock sliding door to get to Mrs. Urbanity. Put up some dog photos quickly.

David Wharton said...

Hah! My plan worked! I put that sweaty part in just for you, Sunny -- as revenge for this.

Now, take your medicine. No pretty dog pics this weekend!

Mr. Sun said...

Alright, but if you start showing up in my fantasies ... even ONE ... even if it's over in the corner or in an oblique way, I swear to you I will have my vengeance.

SD said...

And the fireflies, such a big part of June nights in our neighborhood, are mostly gone. A single flicker, here and there, is all that is left.