Basement Life

I turn thirty tomorrow, and find myself living in a basement. To be fair, it is my basement, which we've been forced into by the heat. Our air conditioning broke some weeks ago, just in time for this weeks near record breaking heat wave. Its been up above 100F for the past few days, and the humidity around here has been intense. Running is like having a sauna.

I've been enjoying living in our basement. We've rigged it up with a portable air conditioner, some fans and a blow-up mattress. It's like a little ice cave from which we take occasional forays into the hot wastes of rest of the house. We've transferred all our toys into the basement, chased out the crazy spider-monkey-crickets, and have a radio and Netflix to keep us occupied. Its cozy.

And I turn thirty tomorrow. I think I had believed I'd be more of a real person by thirty. I definitely didn't think I'd still be doing thinks like coating the kitchen with a thin layer of juice due to an unfortunate incident with a soda stream CO2 canister, water and concentrated ginger ale. This was yesterday.

But it's fun figuring stuff out, like it's fun liking in our basement:




Their coming to fix the air conditioning tomorrow. Finger crossed.