Turns out, today, at my daughter’s in San Mateo, it is cooler in the kitchen than the rest of the house. Of course, no cooking is going on.
San Mateo is usually pretty cool, like San Francisco, its neighbor 20 miles north, but today there was no marine layer; therefore, the temperature has hit 88 degrees by 4:30. Not so bad in a place like Fresno where we all have air conditioning. Pretty miserable in a place like San Mateo where AC is rarely needed. Even in Fresno I have four fans running during the hot summer days. My daughter has only one fan.
For now I’m hiding out in the kitchen, where there is a slight breeze coming in the window, and where I can feel the fan blowing some air from out in the living room. It’s also close to the ice.
Even though the first house we lived in had air conditioning, it was old and very poorly insulated; we didn’t turn on the A/C unless it got over 100 degrees. I spent many a day sprawled in front of a fan reading a book, because it was too hot to do anything else!
I’m feeling for my daughter and family in Chicago. They’ve got 110 with the heat index. I wish I could send her some of our trade winds.