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Jun. 16th, 2005 08:49 amAlmost slept in the bed last night, instead of on the couch. That's how much the temperature had dropped compared to the past few days. I wound up sticking with the couch because it was there and I wouldn't have to make the bed, but if it's that cool tonight, it might be nice to sleep in my actual bed again.
There was a guy in the paper I get in the mornings, New York Metro (it's a local free paper), who was complaining about how he disliked home air conditioning. Luxury's one thing but freon filled boxes in the window turning the home into a refrigerator are a deceptive luxury, he said. Summer ought to be a time to slow down and do things more casually, he said. Sit on the steps, not do as much, etc. There's lots of people who don't mind the heat and we ought to consider emulating them because we might find out we like it too, he said.
To that gentleman, I should like to say this:
When I was five, my mother, grandmother and I visited Disney World, in Florida. At one point we went to the riverboat restaurant. My grandmother tried to get me to eat the stone crab claws and I refused because 'I didn't like them'. I got the usual spiel about 'you can't say that if you don't try it', and since I was small and completely outmassed by the adults at my table, I wound up trying it. I informed Grandma that I still didn't like it.
"One day, when you're twenty-five," she said, "you're gonna go out with your friends and someone's gonna get this stuff for you and you're gonna say 'oh, it's wonderful, what is it'. And your friends are gonna say, stone crab claws. And you're gonna call me and say, 'Grandma, why didn't you tell me about this wonderful stuff?'."
When I was twenty-five, I was exposed to the crab claws again. I still didn't like them, at all, and I told Grandma so.
I don't like the damn heat and you can't make me.
There was a guy in the paper I get in the mornings, New York Metro (it's a local free paper), who was complaining about how he disliked home air conditioning. Luxury's one thing but freon filled boxes in the window turning the home into a refrigerator are a deceptive luxury, he said. Summer ought to be a time to slow down and do things more casually, he said. Sit on the steps, not do as much, etc. There's lots of people who don't mind the heat and we ought to consider emulating them because we might find out we like it too, he said.
To that gentleman, I should like to say this:
When I was five, my mother, grandmother and I visited Disney World, in Florida. At one point we went to the riverboat restaurant. My grandmother tried to get me to eat the stone crab claws and I refused because 'I didn't like them'. I got the usual spiel about 'you can't say that if you don't try it', and since I was small and completely outmassed by the adults at my table, I wound up trying it. I informed Grandma that I still didn't like it.
"One day, when you're twenty-five," she said, "you're gonna go out with your friends and someone's gonna get this stuff for you and you're gonna say 'oh, it's wonderful, what is it'. And your friends are gonna say, stone crab claws. And you're gonna call me and say, 'Grandma, why didn't you tell me about this wonderful stuff?'."
When I was twenty-five, I was exposed to the crab claws again. I still didn't like them, at all, and I told Grandma so.
I don't like the damn heat and you can't make me.
