Published Sep 18, 2007
It may be just that nature is teasing me — as I probably deserve — but it seems as if the weather’s changing the last few days. The I-wish-I-had-an-air-conditioner season is hopefully passing into the part of the year that makes friends from back east wax poetic about LA. Summer is lovely — and I even enjoyed the beach this year — but nothing says comfy like needing a throw blanket to go with your couch.
Summer’s tough; my little house is in the midst of a barely interrupted sea of concrete; the heat radiates back up off the ground and double-bakes me. The only solution is to open the front and back doors, put a fan in each one, and try to keep the air moving. Even at night, my house holds the heat, and the two fans and a third in my bedroom are barely enough to keep me from sweating in bedsheets.
So the change of season is a good one for me. I love winter, of course, with unlimited excuses to wear my USC hoodie and drink cocoa. But it’s the start of an in-between season now; the fans will still run all day long, but in the morning and at night I’ll coax on the heat. Soon I’ll even get to put the comforter back on my bed. Now that will be luxury.
Yay for cozy blankets! I know one little dog who’s very excited at the prospect.