Rock Star

Growing up my bedroom was in the attic of an old Victorian home. It was the 4th floor of the house. And there was no air-conditioning. I would beg my parents to let me sleep on the trampoline. My father feared I would be ravaged by the local boys (or more likely I would more easily be able to sneak out) and so he told me no way. He bought me an evaporating box fan that made sleep barely tolerable....on the floor, immediately in front of the fan.

Although it was high on the priority list, A/C was not a must have as we looked for a house. I don't think I would have minded a swamp cooler. Luckily the perfect house (mine!) had A/C.

And I must tell you, it is July and I love that I need covers in the middle of the night. It makes me feel like a Rock Star!