Heatwave

Whenever it decides to heat up in Portland, we end up suffering a bit. We are without central air conditioning, and rely entirely on a battery of ceiling, window and floor fans to keep the place bearable when it gets over 90 degrees. This past weekend, it hit over 100 - which drove us into the basement bedroom, where we lay panting next to aging floor fans.

Alex and I camp on couches, and Greer sprawls on mattress pillow-top - stripped down to his nightpants. It's so hot, you don't even want to move. Upstairs is like a sauna - the heat hits like a sticky wave.

On days like this, circulating air, ice cold drinks and about 4 or 5 movies are the order of business. That...and a good sense of humor.