The 80s are coming, the 80s are coming!

We live in Europe. Which means we have radiators and no central cooling mechanisms of any sort in the apartment. No A/C or fan. Just two, sort of small table fans.

So when the forecast for the city is close to 90 F, it is time to open all the windows in the cool hours of the morning (thank heavens we live in a dry enough place that it does get chilly at night in summer), and then around 10am, to go around closing windows, lowering the heavy metal blinds, and the balcony umbrella. The fans will be rallying in whichever room we are in. And if we don't make it out to get a baby pool this morning, the rectangular pyrex baking dish will once again be on water splashing duty.

In most buildings, though, it really isn't the hell that it would be in the US. Especially the really old, stone buildings. Unfortunately, we do not live in one such building where it stays 70 F year round. But it is nice to have less frozen air being blown around in general. Even Starbucks feels stuffy when you walk in from the heat, but by the time you have your drink, you realize they just have the A/C on low. So maybe it is 75 F in there compared to 88 F outside. It does make a difference. And you don't need to bring a parka with you to the grocery store.

I think Baby A knows about the impending heat. She is already in her second hour of sleep for an early morning nap. Pretty uncommon. Maybe she'll grace me with another long one later, but maybe not.

I've got my lightest summer dress on.

And I'm wishing we weren't on such a high floor. I bet you those ground floor apartments are all cool and damp and dark.

Oh well, we can always just roll the crib into the cool tile foyer downstairs tonight and all sleep there. Or maybe we'll unload all the junk in the storage space BACK into the apartment and sleep THERE. Yeah. We'll survive.