http://robertgerardhunt.com/2010/07/09/hot-hot-hot/ Stories. Commentary. Endorphins. Updated every Friday. Mon, 30 Jan 2012 03:06:04 -0400 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.3 http://robertgerardhunt.com/2010/07/09/hot-hot-hot/comment-page-1/#comment-505 Chris Rodabaugh Fri, 09 Jul 2010 20:38:57 +0000 http://robertgerardhunt.com/?p=1078#comment-505 Perhaps the most heat intolerant person I know is Katie. How this happened, I haven't a clue, as the old song says, as she was not raised with lots of air conditioning - quite the contrary. We didn't get any air until she was around 10 and Dave came home one day to find all of us sporting sweat-soaked clothing, bare feet and hair plastered to our scalps with rivulets of sweat running down our faces, dripping onto our wet chests. And then it was only a window air conditioner in the common area that never affected the bedrooms. She now lives in an ice castle most of the year, throwing the on switch at the slightest hint of warmth, even during winter months. She was pregnant for Tristan when Dave, Ashley & I were in Africa riding taxis with broken windows and no air -steaming in the back seats, breathing in vast amounts of dirt and unable to separate bodies from seat mates, thus intensifying the feeling of equatorial hotness. The phrase we uttered most often during that trip as we smiled and nodded at each other was, "Katie would HATE this!," as we envisioned the ranting that would be emanating from her mouth everywhere we went. But, as you know, I am not a fan of air conditioning and don't have it on now as I type this -kills my joints with pain, congests my sinuses and makes my nose run -good thing we live in a woodsy area! Perhaps the most heat intolerant person I know is Katie. How this happened, I haven’t a clue, as the old song says, as she was not raised with lots of air conditioning – quite the contrary. We didn’t get any air until she was around 10 and Dave came home one day to find all of us sporting sweat-soaked clothing, bare feet and hair plastered to our scalps with rivulets of sweat running down our faces, dripping onto our wet chests. And then it was only a window air conditioner in the common area that never affected the bedrooms. She now lives in an ice castle most of the year, throwing the on switch at the slightest hint of warmth, even during winter months. She was pregnant for Tristan when Dave, Ashley & I were in Africa riding taxis with broken windows and no air -steaming in the back seats, breathing in vast amounts of dirt and unable to separate bodies from seat mates, thus intensifying the feeling of equatorial hotness. The phrase we uttered most often during that trip as we smiled and nodded at each other was, “Katie would HATE this!,” as we envisioned the ranting that would be emanating from her mouth everywhere we went. But, as you know, I am not a fan of air conditioning and don’t have it on now as I type this -kills my joints with pain, congests my sinuses and makes my nose run -good thing we live in a woodsy area!

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