Popsicles and Thoreau
So around 10PM last night my A/C quit working. After careful examination on the roof by my husband, I whipped out the yellow pages and flipped through and phoned a dozen or so companies, leaving messages with answering services. And after a few Fla-Vor-Ice popsicles, I went to bed.
And now the waiting…
As I showered this morning, I wondered how I survived summers as a kid, back in Chicago in the 1980s. I mean, we had no A/C but we did have a basement, which was always 15 degrees cooler. We also had park district pools and neighborhood sprinklers. And when it really got hot the fire department would randomly open fire hydrants for a few hours at a time. And I always had popsicles in the freezer. How is it that we have all become so spoiled by luxuries, such as the dishwasher, central A/C, DSL, etc.? I mean, what’s one week with out A/C when we’ve learned to endure the lack of luxurious services here in New Orleans such as mail delivery, trash pick-up….
That’s it, I’m off to Walden Pond. Anyone want to join me?