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Climate Change In My Kitchen Is Real

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The first step to take when the air conditioning fails on the hottest week of the year, with an even hotter week on the near horizon?

 

Stop making things hotter. No cooking. Eighty five degrees in the kitchen with nothing on is hot enough.

 

Thinking of baking a polenta pizza? Maybe flattening a chicken? Think again. More hot air to breath isn’t what you want.

 

You’d like fresh cookies and a cup of tea? Don’t boil anything. Have a glass of water and a piece of stale bread and tough it out.

 

No matter what sort of evidence you think you have on climate change, you won’t melt. Global warming might be real of false, but living in heat doesn’t have an opinion. It’s hot.

 

After enough was too much I received my assignment: find a portable AC.

 

From Home Depot, to Lowe’s, to Fred Meyers and Bed Bath and Beyond, the only one I found was located by Best Buy at their airport store. Finally I found a load of them at Fry’s.

 

The house was still broiling but one room was cool as a meat locker. I found the air conditioner based on the motivation that I wasn’t going home without one.

 

It was either drive around in an AC cooled ride, or go home to the oven and talk about how hot it was, how hot it was going to be, how the heat ranks on the list of hottest months, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds in history.

 

The history part is my dodge to shift away from heat. Thinking about global warming and climate change makes things hotter and not in a good way.

 

‘If I can’t find an AC I’m getting a room,’ I thought. But I wouldn’t take the easy way out. I told my neighbor I had a hot house where I was sleeping in sweat pools and a soggy pillow. He got it. A retired fire chief, he’s slept in hot conditions.

 

I told another neighbor who said no AC made for peace and quiet. I didn’t tell him it would end soon.

 

Fixing air circulation, regulating the temperature mechanically, isn’t the same as changing climate change or global warming.

 

A taste of seasonal heat showed what one future might feel like. I’m melting at the thought.

 

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