When we lived at 419 W. Union Street, our hot summer days were made much more bearable by the strategic placement of large window fans. The brackets for the fans covered the entire window opening so that there was minimal "backflow" around the fan. It was fun figuring out the best path for the air -- coming in on the ground floor windows, curving around the stairs to go up and being exhausted out the upstairs windows. Meaning the fan downstairs blew air in and the one upstairs pulled the air out. Opening and closing rarely used room doors increased the effectiveness of the system.
In my dream, I am back at 1209 Tupelo Place with my Mom and Dad. (1209 was also a two-story dwelling, so my fan approach should be equally effective. In fact, my Dad had place a similar fan in the upstairs window which looked directly down the staircase. This was probably my inspiration for my setup at 419.)
My dream probably "takes place" in the summer because I'm concerned that 1209 only has a fan upstairs -- and not one on the ground floor to help push the cool morning air in.
I ask Mom, "Where's the downstairs fan? What happened to it?" and she tells me, "Oh, we got rid of it. We didn't need it." I start to explain the air path we're looking for to her, but she's not interested in hearing about it. Dad had been hanging around behind Mom, and he senses this is not going well and that he's going to leave. Which he does.
I get pedantic on Mom explaining in excruciating detail how the air comes in here and goes out there and that the warmest air drifts up the stairs to be replaced by cooler air from outside on the ground floor windows yadda yadda. She's listening politely, but I know she's firm in her opinion that the downstairs fan is unnecessary.
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