After supper, for an minute or multiple but no longer, every one of us would turn on the AC plus kneel together enjoying the brief respite from the heat plus humidity
My dad was a real manly, macho style of dude. He lived on a ranch, similar to the 1 where he had been raised, plus he did everything himself. He had a huge family, mostly to help out with chores, plus every one of us grew food, hunted, fished, tested our own freshwater well, plus managed our own farm equipment. If something broke, every one of us had multiple opportunities — repair it ourselves, or learn how to survive without it, because calling a repair tech was out of the question. Our farm condo was too old to have air conditioning, because when it was built AC did not even exist. There is a huge gas furnace down in the basement, along with a water boiler, so the winters were never a problem, but the summers were rough. The only form of cooling every one of us had was a really old plus decrepit box-style air conditioning that every one of us kept in storage for most of the year. When the summer time heat settled in, my dad would drag the old air conditioning out of the barn plus install it in the window of the residing room. After supper, for an minute or multiple but no longer, every one of us would turn on the AC plus kneel together enjoying the brief respite from the heat plus humidity. That was the only real cut every one of us got, plus the afternoon that unit stopped cooling was a upset afternoon indeed. My dad told my siblings plus I that if every one of us wanted it to work again, every one of us needed to repair the air conditioning ourselves, because there wasn’t money to repair it.