I live, like many of you, in a climate-controlled house. Air conditioning is not a luxury anymore. It's absolutely critical to the way we live. And, we could go back to living without it, but we'd be cranky and miserable for a while, and we'd have to totally re-design the way we build houses. There are no cross-drafts, no way to move air through the house unless we force it. And that's okay, it's a comfortable home, ad what we wanted when we bought it.
When I was a kid, I had a pretty good idea of the weather outside before I even got out of bed. Nowadays I don't have a clue. Belle sets the thermostat on 72F and it stays there year round. I'm not complaining, you understand. I grew up in a house with no air conditioning. We had an attic fan. My kids, for the most part, were reared in a house with no air conditioning.
Nowadays I don't know that the weather is until I step outside with my morning coffee.This morning I stepped out, hot, humid, muggy with drizzling rain. The very air was like walking into a wet blanket. It shouldn't have been a shock. I've called Louisiana home for most of my life. Yet, I taken aback. Oh, hell, it's summer time. Memorial Day is past, and we'll have hot, humid weather util sometime after Labor Day.
It's summertime in Louisiana.