Banal reality of everyday life: the central air conditioning genie has deserted our home. Yes, the air conditioning has failed. It is 80F now in early Wednesday evening in the Midwest, with 85F expected on Thursday.
Floor fans are blowing at high speed and the house temp is still in the upper 70’sF. We’re hoping the ancient window unit we bought decades ago for the other house when we had to wait for its AC to be replaced–and just positioned in our bedroom window as I begin to write this Wednesday evening–will cool our bedroom down for sleeping later. However, we’re sitting around our great room with modesty losing out to comfort. Sure hope no one stops by for an unannounced visit. *grins sheepishly*
Normally, we don’t like unannounced visits because we are a very happily married couple of long standing–25 years and counting. And it’s not like we’re rabbits. But we wouldn’t want to be interrupted–if you know what I mean. *delicately raises eyebrow*
And steamy, hot, and/or humid weather–or lack of air conditioning–is a real romance killer for me. I like my environment briskly cool–normally keeping our home hovering around 68F for all seasons.
I never understand movie love scenes where the couple starts out sweaty, and they end up more so after. It’s like that love scene in the film “Heat and Dust”(1983) with actress Greta Scacchi bemoaning the heat, but going for it with her hubby anyway (at 1:07 in the trailer). Or Kathleen Turner and William Hurt turning up the heat in the aptly named film “Body Heat”(1981).
Of course, one might become overheated and glistening, in the normal course of events–whether you are in a movie love scene, or at home. But then you need to cool off. So having working central air conditioning is a key aphrodisiac for me. I’m just saying. I like my creature comforts. So it’s a deal breaker for me. Ha!
But, we’re hoping for relief from the heat on Thursday, if the HVAC company can repair our central air unit–or give it a Freon injection.
So until our home returns to cooler temperatures, below are some of my favorite portraits of the exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage chillin and looking cool (with various color, cropping, and sizing manips by moi; images are courtesy of RANet Gallery, except where noted) (I changed the pix to single file for smart phone loading.):
P.S.1 That window air conditioner in our bedroom is cooling the room down nicely–which, in hindsight, I think the cooling will be needed after viewing these Richard Armitage pictures. Sighhhh!
P.S.2 And have I mentioned how crotchety husbands can get when asked to install air conditioning window units? That we already own–and that we don’t have to even shell out more money for? You see, hubbies will only acquiesce so far to their wives’ requests, and then a man puts his foot down. Of course, that is when we wives become intractable until we get our way–coolness, in this instance. That intractability is the “worse” part that husband’s nebulously agree to in the marriage vows. And the “better” part, is the result of husbands catering to their wives’ creature comforts, etc. ;-)