Best Purchase Ever
Sticking with the Master/Mistress/Dogster/Asher Bedroom, I had failed to mention that Ainsley had the grand idea to stop sweating through her pajamas.
As fallout from our new bedroom furniture purchased in the spring, with the high headboard that didn't look right up against the small single window, she had switched the orientation of the furniture around so the bed was opposite said finetchre, as they say in Quebec.
This sparked the idea, one night, when Asha and Ainsley were staring at each other through the warm, squiggly lines emanating from the comforter like asphalt in Arizona, that since our air conditioner just doesn't do the trick conditioning all 2500 square feet of house, particularly the closed-off upper bedroom in which Asha has to live all day in order to not become dim sung for the other cats, that we should get a small single window air conditioner.
Four weeks later, after realizing I didn't have the right parts, then realizing I did but it being too late to install before having to drive to Norfolk, but then having to wait for my father-in-law to graciously offer to build me a board to help support the machine in the storm window, then get my father's help to actually install the sucker, all the while feeling like crap because this was ONE HOT SUMMER, this here delay here, that Ainsley and friends were suffering through, it was finally, finally, a working piece of sleeping refrigeration.
PLUS
and here's the bonus
Throughout our marriage, wifeypants and I have struggled with her fondness for sleeping in total silence and my lifelong habit, nay, need, for sleeping in a howling vortex provided by a floor fan, air conditioner, or "white noise" shoosher over the years. With the boith of our son, however, said noisemaker was rightly verboten so we would be able to hear if our son was okay in the cradle or down the hall. But not only did Ainsley realize that Ryan slept better with some background noise muffling street noise/dog barks, but now that we have an air conditioner in the room...
Dan's happy.
As fallout from our new bedroom furniture purchased in the spring, with the high headboard that didn't look right up against the small single window, she had switched the orientation of the furniture around so the bed was opposite said finetchre, as they say in Quebec.
This sparked the idea, one night, when Asha and Ainsley were staring at each other through the warm, squiggly lines emanating from the comforter like asphalt in Arizona, that since our air conditioner just doesn't do the trick conditioning all 2500 square feet of house, particularly the closed-off upper bedroom in which Asha has to live all day in order to not become dim sung for the other cats, that we should get a small single window air conditioner.
Four weeks later, after realizing I didn't have the right parts, then realizing I did but it being too late to install before having to drive to Norfolk, but then having to wait for my father-in-law to graciously offer to build me a board to help support the machine in the storm window, then get my father's help to actually install the sucker, all the while feeling like crap because this was ONE HOT SUMMER, this here delay here, that Ainsley and friends were suffering through, it was finally, finally, a working piece of sleeping refrigeration.
PLUS
and here's the bonus
Throughout our marriage, wifeypants and I have struggled with her fondness for sleeping in total silence and my lifelong habit, nay, need, for sleeping in a howling vortex provided by a floor fan, air conditioner, or "white noise" shoosher over the years. With the boith of our son, however, said noisemaker was rightly verboten so we would be able to hear if our son was okay in the cradle or down the hall. But not only did Ainsley realize that Ryan slept better with some background noise muffling street noise/dog barks, but now that we have an air conditioner in the room...
Dan's happy.
posted by Dan at 9:42 PM
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