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Cool Comfort: How a Few New Fans Changed Our Summer Game

Written July 27, 2025

Hello Dear Readers,

Yesterday, the cavalry arrived—in the form of shiny new window fans. We installed them in their rightful spots, flipped the switch, and within minutes, the difference was so dramatic that stepping out of our bedroom this morning felt like walking into a gentle breeze instead of a stifling hallway.

We’re not anti–air conditioner, but we save it for when the thermometer creeps toward 92°F (33°C). Most of the time, ceiling fans plus these new window units keep the heat from staging a coup in our home. My own temperature regulation hasn’t been the same since my stroke, so a huge indoor–outdoor temperature gap hits me hard. Yard work doesn’t stop for summer, so we try to keep the house temperature within shouting distance of the outdoors—at least until the weather gets truly unbearable.

My wife, for her part, is a champion of “natural” temperatures. Winter? A brisk 65°F. Summer? A balmy 88°F. She’s from Japan, lived in Canada and Germany, and is perfectly fine without the constant hum of an air conditioner. Unfortunately, Nashville summers come with a side of humidity that could make a cactus sweat, so yes, we do give in to the A/C when it turns truly tropical.

Our old fans, relics from our Oregon days, had long since lost their sparkle—and by sparkle, I mean airflow. They moved the air about as effectively as a polite sigh. These new fans, however, blew me away—literally and figuratively. Affordable, powerful, and perfect for our home’s 12-foot ceilings, they move the air in ways that make lightbulb changes perilous but living conditions delightful.

The upstairs is mostly open, save for bedrooms and the washroom. That means one strong window fan, paired with a ceiling fan, creates a swirling breeze that cools the entire floor in under an hour—something that used to take all evening. Last night, our upstairs was cooler than it had been in weeks, without a single blast of A/C.

If we get another scorcher like last summer—two relentless weeks over 95°F, with a few days in the triple digits—we’ll still use the air conditioning as needed. But for the rest of this heat wave, and the next one lurking around the corner, these fans should make summer far more bearable.

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Negotiations with a Tired Body (and a Lawnmower)

Written June 12, 2025

Hello Dear Readers,

As per tradition—and by “tradition,” I mean “necessity born from heat survival instincts”—I began my day mowing the lawn. Here in Nashville, the summer sun doesn’t just rise, it attacks. So if you’ve got a body like mine—one that treats both heatwaves and cold snaps like personal insults—you learn to outsmart the weather before it starts throwing punches.

Normally, I can mow half the yard and still have enough gas left in the tank to face the rest of the day. But today? Nope. After mowing, my body filed a formal complaint and went straight into shutdown mode. I skipped my pre-breakfast exercises, half-expecting that would be it for the day’s physical activity. My body said no. My willpower said maybe. Eventually, I rolled onto the mat for some planks and stretches—not exactly Olympic training, but hey, it counts.

Somehow, I rallied enough energy to squeeze in my planks and arm curls. I didn’t bounce back; I meandered back—like a weary turtle doing yoga. Still, I did it. Not exactly on schedule, but sometimes winning means just showing up… 30 minutes later than planned and slightly annoyed.

Now here’s the kicker. I can’t tell what’s making me tired: the weather, age, my kidneys, or some perfect storm of all three. Whatever it is, when I push too hard, I morph into something between a zombie and a disgruntled houseplant. Meanwhile, my wife bounces around like she’s got a backup battery installed. She claims she struggles in the morning, but by the time I’m up, she’s practically done with her workout and halfway through a motivational podcast. She says she’s slow in the morning. I say she’s just being polite to us mortals.

So I’ve had to learn the art of negotiation—not with clients or coworkers, but with my own body. Some days, I push things to tomorrow, knowing full well tomorrow might need to be negotiated too. Other days, I rest so I can function again in the afternoon. This is not laziness. This is energy management. The strategic pause. The recharge pit stop.

I’ve had a kidney condition for who knows how long—discovered only after a brain stroke crashed the party. Maybe I’ve always been running at 70% battery while others (like my wife) were born with solar panels. And yes, I know comparison is the thief of joy… but sometimes it also leaves a trail of gym clothes and lawn clippings.

I don’t have a high-energy body. But I do have a high-effort mindset. So I’ll keep negotiating with this unpredictable, occasionally rebellious body of mine. I may not be fast. I may not be consistent. But I am persistent—and that counts for something.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to rest heroically so I can finish my to-do list… sometime before winter.