It reminded the Human of one childhood Thanksgiving Day in Sacramento when the city was sweltering in 90° heat. Her family's home had two fireplaces, one in the living room and the other in the family room. She remembers her mother calling to her dad, "Bill! Come on! Get those fires going!" and her dad replying, "But, Gin, it's ninety degrees out--everyone will melt!"
Her mom insisted it was Thanksgiving so they were damn well going to have fires going, and ultimately she prevailed. The fireplaces blazed merrily away while every door and window stood wide open and the air conditioning blasted. Great-Aunt Gerry got the Vapors and no one felt much like consuming the giant turkey dinner laid out for them.
But Mama got her fires, so it was all good. I like that story. It illustrates how the world could be if only *I* held that much sway over The Human.
P.S. Thanks to my Beautiful Katie for my fourth star! And of course I am sending one back to her. ♥ And thanks to The Island Cats for my fifth!