The swimming pool in front of our balcony.
I thought my internal thermostat must have gone awry with me feeling extremely warm. It took some time to realize that nothing was wrong with me, but the trouble laid with the cooling unit outside our home. It must have gone on the blink, and stopped cooling, although it was constantly whirring on, and wasn’t switching off.
I was preparing our evening meal, and at first thought it was the heat from the stove, and oven. I came to my room to ascertain the fact whether it was cool, or not? Mine is the coolest room in the house. It’s always my fate to suffer from cold, whereas other areas are noticeably warmer. In the morning when I get up from bed, I shrug on a jacket, otherwise I start sneezing. It confirmed the fact it was very warm indeed.
Son was home, not in Salt Lake, Utah as he usually is, miles away from Houston. He had rivulets running down his face, so there was no need to ask him about anything. Son fiddled with the thermostat. That night for the first time in years, I slept without a comforter. I was perspiring, when I woke up. I asked Son to switch off the AC. It was adding to the heat, rather than cooling.
Son switched it off. Surprisingly with the aid of fans, it was bearable. I was fearing that we will remain without cooling for a longer period, but the maintenance chap promptly arrived to take care of the unit, and soon I was again shivering from cold as usual.
How not to get frozen? The thermostat in our home is generating a false cold wave in our home. I drape a shawl around my shoulders to keep the cold hitting my most vulnerable place ie: my back. It seems we have moved to an Alaskan winter in the dead heat of July.
When Son, and I moved to the apartment in New Bedford this year, I would never had anticipated that we will have any problem with heating, and cooling. The management is there, and it’s their headache to take care if there are problems. We gave up, once we came to know nothing can be done. It was that, or getting a flow of experts banging on our doorway at all times.
What basically the most expert one did in winter was, to set the thermostat to 82. While the rest of the house became bearable in the cold weather, my room was an inferno of heat. Now the reverse is taking place. The rest of our home is cool, my room becomes an ice box in which I shiver.
I prefer to spend my time in the sitting area, but come bed time, I have to sleep. I try to get warm while piling on a heavy blanket over the quilt to warm my frozen feet. I have to wait a while for my feet to thaw out. Till then I wait for sleep to take over.
At moments like these I thank God for being here, and not in Peshawar. Can you imagine being without electricity in summers, or winters? It used to be 100 degrees outside in sweltering heat, and electricity being off. Same thing in winter, the whole house a giant freezer — no gas, and no electricity. The biggest wonder is getting the huge bills requiring payments. The charges keep getting higher each year for the minuscule services provided.