They cut my grass today...
Exactly the day after people came over.
Yesterday we barbecued, or rather, oven grilled. Cleanup continued today after work. OMFG, the oven looked like several small animals had crawled in, died, and then gotten heated to a couple hundred degrees. This is not what cooking is about. It did make me think back to my grandmother, who broiled everything because of diabetes. Her oven was always clean enough to eat off of. I think broiling more than once a year might come close to qualifying for sainthood. The oven is clean again and I bought a regulator for the grill today. It was hanging, conveniently enough, right by the grills. Already hooked up and ready to go.
Germany is hot. Germany is also humid. The place has definitelly been getting warmer the last few years and last night was stifling. I'm giving myself the weekend to sleep on it, but odds are very good I'm doing something very un-European next week.
I found the room-size AC units while I was at Obi getting my regulator.
My apartment was hot, work was hot, my car was hot (for 5 minutes until the AC spooled up), and I'm pretty sre France is hot as well. I may have to deal with some garage-style engineering for the exhaust and exorcise some deep seated guilt over tackiness but I think cool air for sleeping is starting to look good. As I thought on it, I remembered several account from other people who visited Europe and woke up with a hangover in a hot room. "Prison" stands out as one of the environmental desccriptors. I have decided I do not wish to wake up with prison-like conditions. Also, maybe I will qualify for a hangover at some point.