New Castle News

June 25, 2013

Kali Davies-Anderson: Summer ain't what it used to be

Kali Davies-Anderson
New Castle News

NEW CASTLE — I am not complaining, but it has been HOT these past few days in New Castle, PA. Not just warm or kind of hot, it has been SCORCHING HOT. I am still unsure as to  how the weather went from low 60’s to 90’s overnight, but that seems to be how we roll here in Western, PA.

Hot summer days will always remind me of my childhood. Throughout the entire school year, I day-dreamed about summer vacation. We never really took an actual vacation, but that did not matter to me. I looked forward to sleeping in, swimming, playing kickball in the field behind my house and getting ice cream before bed. Those were simpler times.

Unfortunately, however, I take a much different approach to summer now. Summers now are my personal peak time for complaining. That’s right, I spend the entire winter months (all 9 of them) complaining about snow and ice and cold and then spend the more sparse summer months complaining about summer and heat and SUN. But, that’s what adults do, we complain.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy some things about summer, but it’s just not the same. I can no longer spend the entire day swimming or taking naps…I now have to face the heat like a warrior in battle, and since I do not have Central A/C in my home, it’s going to be a long and arduous battle.

It begins first thing in the morning.

I do, thankfully, have a window unit in my bedroom, so I do actually get some sleep. However, when I turn the knob of my bedroom door and slowly open it to the hallway the lyrics to ‘Disco Inferno’ play boldly in my head. When the door opens I am bombarded by a rush of scolding hot air.

Immediately the back of my knees begin to perspire. It is not pretty.

I then have to come to terms with the fact that I have to endure this heat for at least 13-14 hours before I can actually get in my bed again.

Soon I hear my oldest daughter jogging around in her crib, and when I open the door to her room I am greeted by the sweatiest toddler alive. Anyone that has children knows that toddlers are cute, toddlers are funny, but sweaty toddlers are pretty gross…even to a mom.

My first inclination is to take her outside and spray her off with the hose, but a quick and cool bath seems to be less primate-like. 

My next task is to actually clean my house in the heat. I glance quickly at the thermostat in my dining room: “83”. For anyone that has ever tried to do anything in a house that was 83 degrees, you can confirm that it is virtually impossible to tie one’s show, let alone scrub the kitchen sink.

After roaming the house aimlessly for 30 minutes, not so much as wiping off a counter, I decide to take a shower. This shower will be the first of several that I will take today, with the false hope each time that the coolness will somehow last longer than the 5 minutes that I am standing under the water. Soon, it is mid-afternoon and I have done nothing but showered and fed my child (I, myself have not eaten, because again, in an 83 degree house even food is not appealing).

I then realize that my only option to cool off is a sad one, and one that apparently everyone else in New Castle has decided upon, because as I enter the Wal-Mart Super Store there are 1.2 million cars and a plethora of empty buggies. We have all gathered together to walk around the air conditioned store with the hopes of cooling off.

This is my summer as an adult. No swimming pools. No ice cream trucks. No kickball in the field. Just plain old sweat. And now I am window shopping in the pet fish aisle at Wal-Mart.

Maybe next year I will invest in some Central A/C.