I thought June was bad.
Then came July and things got worse, with daily temperatures ranging from 30-35C (86-95F), stabilizing at 35-36C towards the end of the month. I gave up and bought a mobile air conditioner -- as the companies installing split systems have their hands full, the nearest date you could order an air conditioner installed was well into autumn. Well, a mobile one was delivered the next day... Then I switched it on, cussed and spent two hours disassembling it and then assembling it back, just so that I could tighten the all-important screw left loose by the crook-handed Chinese workers (I was so starved for cool by then that I could care less about the warranty).
Now, a mobile air conditioner, has both strong and weak sides compared to a stationary ones (the biggest plus is being there right now, not some months later). The second feature, it blows part of the ingested air out to the street, through a flexible trunk. You don't have to be a genius to see what this means: the displaced air is replaced by the fresh hot one coming from the outside.
This is both a minus (as it makes the thing terribly power-ineffective) and a plus (as the air in your room never gets stale as with the split systems).
As the road to work and back became a daily exercise in fortitude (I once experienced a one sweatdrop from the tip of my nose per five seconds ratio, which endangered my netbook I type my fics on -- or read from -- while in the subway) I could care less for the electric bill, so I thought I got the best of the air conditioner world (cool air that is never stale), but then...
Yesterday I looked in the window and saw this:

Yes, it's smoke. A noxious, foul smelling smoke.
To top it off, the temperature was rapidly climbing to 35C/95F.
Guess what my air conditioner did?
What a harrowing dilemma I had there! Shut it off, seal all windows and suffer the heat. Or leave it working... and breathe the noxious fumes. Oh, the suffering!
My ingenuity saved me -- albeit barely -- with this contraption made of a turbofan, a cardboard box and a wet bedsheet:

These were exhausting two days, but as of today evening the smoke shroud slowly lifted... Ah, I'm so glad to be able to breathe again, without a wet cloth over my face!
Well, how about you? Anyone else has any horror stories about their local weather?





