Some people never open their windows.
I’m not judging—you do you and all that—but I find this inconceivable.
This popped into my mind because this is the first great weather weekend we’ve had in Pittsburgh since October. Both Saturday and Sunday are sunny with the temperatures getting oh-so-close to that ideal 70 degrees Fahrenheit.
So everybody’s got their windows open.
Well, almost everybody. Some might be on vacation, or out of town, or have severe allergies to the outside world.
But some—like my neighbors—just hate fresh air.
I, on the other hand, take it to the opposite extreme.
I open the windows every chance I get. And I leave them open for as long as I can stand.
In the summer, I am loathe to turn on the air conditioner. It’s not because of cost, or even any noble concern for the planet. I just hate the idea of shutting up the house in the summer. So I’ll sit and sweat in my home office while my neighbors write blogs saying how they can’t understand why people keep the windows open in sweltering heat (or so I assume.)
I usually break down in August and turn it on to get me through the final dog days of summer.
In the winter, I’m on constant alert for any day where the temperature rises enough for me to open the windows for even an hour or so.
And sometimes, in the depths of February, when we’ve had bitter cold for weeks on end, I just can’t stand it anymore. I dress up in my wool socks, a big sweater, and open the windows. Sometimes two hours, sometimes three…as long as I can stand before the hypothermia sets in.
Fresh air. Freezing, but fresh.
Incidentally, I remember to turn the furnace off about 75% of the time.
So imagine what the neighbors are saying when they see my windows open in February and smoke billowing from my chimney pipe.
But spring is in the air, and soon we’ll be in open window season. Those brief few weeks when it’s not too cold and not too hot and nearly everyone in the neighborhood has the windows open.
And no one thinks anyone is nuts.
I can’t wait.