Stella?

It's Saturday morning and it is ballsack hot. To give an update on the air conditioning ordeal, to say it's totally sucking doesn't give it justice. On the 9th I posted about the current situation, but at least at that time, the unit was somewhat functional even if only for a few minutes to cool the house in the evenings. But upon returning home on the 10th, it was leaking everyplace and was just totally and irreparably broken.  Fortunately or unfortunately the 2nd or 3rd time we had someone out here we decided as a precaution and to be able to at the very least sleep, we would install a window unit in the bedroom. So now every waking minute is the two of us confined to our bedroom. If we have to eat, want to watch tv, work on the computer or anything. This has become very old, very quickly. 

It has become increasingly difficult to even get people out to the house to get estimates. The really expensive places, who have dedicated salesmen are able to come out, but all are asking between six and eight thousand dollars, this is total lunacy. So my living situation and freedom to roam around my home are limited by underfunded and extremely busy smaller companies. 

Last night while confined to the room due to it being between 80 and 85 degrees in the rest of my house, I was trying to find anything tolerable on tv. While filing through the guide, I found that, A Streetcar Named Desire, was just starting. I knew the book was written by Tennessee Williams, and I figured, this dude's name is Tennessee, he has to be a total badass. I mean how can you have a name like that and not be ballin' out f control? 

I had never seen it, although I had read the book in high school and was familiar with Elaine from Seinfeld's rendition of Stanley's infamous "Stella" scream. I don't think that I could have watched a more appropriate movie for the situation. It was set in a run down and shitty part of New Orleans. This aspect gave it locality but also gave me a good sense of just how fucking hot it was for these characters. The three of them were confined to a tiny room, in a hot house, and it was evident that there was some serious shit going down with all the main characters. Three people forced to live together due to uncontrollable situations...how fitting. It also dealt with mental illness, depression, anxiety, alcoholism and of course just the heat of a Louisiana summer. This had to have been one of the most memorable viewing experiences in my life. This due in part to the fact that I could relate to small aspects of all three characters. Stella's want to be with someone despite the obvious repercussions, Stanley's love and lust for life and his inner struggles, and Blanche's want to be someplace else in this crazy plot.

I think in order to write this book, Tennessee must have found this set of characters in different places and people throughout his life. And I think in a little way it helped me com to grips with my situation and everything that's been going on. It made me realize my problems, in the scheme of things aren't that bad. I may have some issues, but others have it much worse, so there's really no reason to get down for long. I feel like I have good friends, my health, a wonderful, although sometimes strange family, and someone who I love unconditionally. So with this in mind, I guess a little hot air isn't much to gripe about, and I'm just looking forward to better, cooler days.