davidfcooper

This has been a really hot weekend in NYC with Brooklyn temps in the high 90s. We have air conditioners in the 2 bedrooms, but the one in the master bedroom is so noisy we rarely use it. The idiot who designed our apartment (we bought it 11 years ago from the bank--a foreclosure deal we were fortunate to find) put two tiny bathroom windows in the master bedroom instead of one normal size one. Thus no air conditioner will fit in its tiny windows and we have to use a noisy stand alone model. The living room and kitchen have 14' ceilings and the cubic feet is greater than what window ACs can handle. Installing central would cost at least $3k and would also require permission of the co-op to put a pipe through the outer wall of the building and to keep the external unit on common property. We do, however, have ceiling fans that make some difference.

We really needed to stretch out legs, so yesterday after synagogue we drove to the old civil war era warehouse where Shoshana's paintings are being exhibited and walked around the exhibit. It was noticeably cooler inside than out even w/o ac, and we also walked around a small park with a pier that juts out into the harbor. After that we still needed to walk more and since it was so hot outside we drove to Lowes with the intention of just walking around the store, but we would up buying $40 of household cleaning fluids we'll need anyway. After that we went to the supermarket, did our marketing for the week and then drove home.

Today we had the same predicament and instead of a store or a mall we drove to the Brooklyn Museum of Art. Because of my primary lower limb lymphedema I tend to avoid museums because I can't stand still (fluid pools in my ankle area when I do) and look at exhibits. I did what I do at galleries, walk through and only briefly glance at the pictures and sculptures without standing still to gaze. Following this strategy I managed to walk around the museum's galleries for about an hour before my feet/ankles started to get sore. Then back home again where I'm lying on the living room couch under the ceiling fan typing on the laptop.