that one time it was 97 degrees in our apartment

Let me preface this by staying, the dramatic weather we experienced here in San Francisco pales in comparison to the devastation in Houston and I am very aware of that. This blog is a light-hearted space for me to jot down memories and keep you all updated. If it sounds dramatic or whiny, please just take this with a grain of salt. 

Some of you may know that San Francisco experienced an insane heat wave over Labor Day weekend. It rarely gets above 80 in the city and yet on Friday and Saturday, we saw 107 degrees which apparently is an all time record, like ever. 

Now, you might be thinking, so what? You two use to live in Dallas and it's certainly hot (and humid!) in Virginia. Here's the kicker - they don't have AC in San Francisco. Apartments don't come with AC. Restaurants and coffee shops don't have AC. I called one of the local libraries, they don't have AC. It's just not something you ever really need here. 

Here's what that means. It means that by 10am on Friday, it was 92 degrees in our apartment. We luckily already had a fan but it hardly did any good to combat the temps. By the time we went to bed on Friday night, we were miserable. I managed to get about 2 hours of fitful sleep. I attempted to sleep with wet washcloths covering my basically naked body. On top of that, I felt so bad for Haven because there was hardly any way for us to keep her cool. Around 3am I scoured the internet for a hotel but given the holiday weekend, there was nothing. 

By 7am on Saturday morning, we were at 89 degrees in our apartment and just all together miserable. The temperature hardly dropped overnight. We ended up taking the dog down to the beach for a bit to try to help her cool off and then decided to just get in the car and drive. Believe it, our car because one of the only reliable places to cool off! We decided to drive about 2 hours north (where it was 112!) to Healdsburg to visit a winery that allowed dogs inside and had AC. We ended up having a great time and I know the pup was glad to escape our hellish apartment. 

When we returned home around 6pm, it was still up in the 90s in our apartment but it had started to slightly cool off outside (like it was 87 instead of 96). It was more bearable at this point to be outside than in our apartment so we headed out in search of some food - anything to kill some time before having to suffer in bed. 

Luckily, I managed to get some sleep Saturday night and Sunday morning was cooler (71 outside, 81 inside our apartment).

In the end, what we've learned is that a warm, super sunny day is going to drastically heat up our apartment because we have old windows that have no insulation. Keeping the blinds closed makes little difference. I'm glad this type of weather doesn't still around long in these parts and you better believe I was praying the fog would roll in thick. 

No comments

Post a Comment

© ALESSANDRA MARIE • Theme by Maira G.