not really.
good song, though.
it's actually a lot of blood, sweat and tears gearing up for another summer in Chicago.
central air - MUST BE NICE! the hubby and i set up our window unit rigs this morning. it was hot and i mean DAMN HOT in this old beat-up apartment this morning. yesterday's storm left a sauna overnight for us and i woke up three hours later than my usual time with a mean case of sweat-head.
during window-unit air-conditioning season, or i suppose if you'd prefer to call it Summer you can, you have to pretend like you're camping. roughing it. don't you dare turn on the microwave while the unit in the living room is going or else the lamps and alarm clock will go out in the bedroom. and don't even think about toasting your bagel in the toaster oven or the office and solarium will go kaput. the key to the switch in the breaker room might be in its proper place or it just might have been swiped by the homeless man who was found living under the deck two years ago. you just might not know!
sometimes you have to wait 22 hours in the hot, sweaty dark for the Nicaraguan maintenance man or his nephew to show up to flip the switch.
and sometimes you have to escape and dream and stare out at the houses across the street and wonder what it's like to live with central air conditioning. however this escape is sometimes disrupted by that one lone hillbilly house (or hillybilly as my french relatives like to call them) and that beer-gutted sweaty bald man with his shirt off, just standing in the rain getting his annual bath.
i wonder if he was concerned with the raindrops falling into his beer can at 11am this morning.
Remarkable, isn't it?
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