I cracked on the central air-conditioning on Juneteenth 2025

I cracked on the central air-conditioning on Juneteenth 2025... the first time this summer, when martyrdom got chucked aside for cold comfort. How heavenly the climate controlled apartment unit b44 felt and damn the torpedoes (originated from a quote attributed to Admiral David Farragut during the Battle of Mobile Bay in the American Civil War) about being the poster child for Peco. Sensitivity to global warming increased intolerance against hazy hot and humid weather adversely affecting me the older I get, thus body electric of mine caving into temptation to set the digital dial at a brisk sixty five degrees quickly delivering relief amenable to me a married nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian baby boomer, who readily attests to being a human who doubles up as a bipedal hominid creature, who relishes drinking in the cool purified respite. As a bouncing baby, introspective boy, pensive prepubescent, tumultuous teen and emerging adult, I grew up in the shadow of “Glen Elm” the purported summer home of one Mister Leiper, (maybe an unsuspecting reader linkedin to his genealogical family tree, which tidbit would appease the curiosity of yours truly) built during the early nineteen hundreds and lacked air conditioning namely because such amenity did not exist although modern air conditioning got invented in 1902 by Willis Carrier, who developed a system to control temperature and humidity at a printing plant in Brooklyn, New York. The childhood home at 324 Level Road, Collegeville, Pennsylvania additionally lacked proper insulation, and a furnace in the basement piped heated throughout the house from a storage tank to the burner using a fuel pump, a typical part of the burner assembly, whereat said pump draws the oil and pressurizes it before sending it to the burner nozzle where it is ignited to generate heat. Many occasions found mother turning down the thermostat to cut costs cause she grew up dirt poor in Coney Island, New York and her psyche got indelibly impressed with scrimping and saving even at the inconvenience of myself and siblings; but years later (after mom passed away) father purchased a window unit (perhaps getting a discount with his General Electric association) just for the kitchen. I try to abide by self imposed energy efficient standards (ever mindful of the first law of thermodynamics also known as the law of conservation of energy, states that energy cannot be created or destroyed, but it can be transformed from one form to another) not just when sequestering myself within where I reside (and if negligent, the wife quickly reminds me in her screechy voice of a light left on or the bathroom door left ajar if activating the central air echoing a similar refrain how mother did likewise), but also when mapping out a strategy when driving aiming to conserve fuel by consolidating going on fool's errands to minimize unnecessarily spinning wheels frivolously.