I had a friend who lived in his car . He had a regular route : when and where to shower , when and where to park his car , where to use restrooms , which restrooms were good places to shave , etc. He was homeless by choice . Of course , he was young then , and it was an adventure .
I’m thinking about him now , over forty years later , as I sit at a library computer writing this post . I have , what ? , forty-nine more minutes this session. At that point the screen shuts down and I get booted off . It’s my first time using these library computers .
There’s a guy here at a nearby computer who is talking to the librarian . The computer terminal he says , ” ……keeps shutting down . Something’s broken “. The librarian agrees . They both have concerned looks on their faces .
This library is fairly new . It opened up a couple of years ago . The center of the floor is occupied with several computers for public use . They are always occupied . I know now that they allow users one hour at a time . I was lucky to find a seat open when I came looking . Good timing !
There was a sign on the “…..keeps shutting down ” computer that read ” Out of Order ” . The “patron” took the sign off and then called the librarian over — a decidedly devious move to get a space at a monitor . ” Something’s broken “, he says . Duh ! But the unaware but helpful librarian is in the process of trying to get the terminal up and running .
By the way , I have thirty-eight minutes left on my session .Most of the “patrons” are on computers in the middle of the library floor . Some “patrons” are sitting in the comfortable armchairs near the windows with their laptops , keyboards clicking away .
I came over here today from the YMCA . Ada and I recently joined YMCA again , after a several-year break . Today I swam a few laps and then sat in the sauna for awhile . I have to ease into it ; no other exercise yet .
Our house is not air -conditioned . It heats up . We put in two new ceiling fans a couple of months ago . They help . I figure people have lived in my house for seventy-two years without air -conditioning and survived . Ada and I get by .
I think I will hit the Arcadia Museum of Cultural Heritage next . I volunteer there and it , also , is air-conditioned . The people there are friendly . Then , if I get home early enough , I may visit my old neighbor friend Don . His house is air-conditioned and he likes to share a cold beer in the afternoon with me and chatter . He’s ninety-two and goes to bed about 4:00 , so I have to visit him before that .
You get the idea of why I began thinking of my long-ago lived-in-his-car- friend ? I’m thinking that I may develop my own hot-weather route to stay in cool places . Who needs air-conditioning ? Most of my friends with central air agonize over ever turning it on , anyway, because it runs up their electricity bills . So they sit and suffer , compelled to but unwilling to turn it on , until the tempts hit what might be , if they had really thought it all out , the YMCA – library – museum – visit someone with air-conditioning level .
I still have twenty minutes left . It’s 2:00 . Nice thing about Arcadia is that in three or four hours the day will begin to rapidly cool off and all will be well . Ada and I will sit out on the back patio , when she gets back from work , and relax . Oh , yeah , I should mention that , since I am retired , I have the time to follow my little planned routine . I don’t have to be out there in the heat working . Being retired is cool .
If the temps reach 120 degrees I may add the mall to my routine .