My son asked me if I would stay at his house for the long weekend while he and his wife enjoyed a brief getaway.
They needed someone to babysit their dog.
I was more than happy to move into his beautiful home for three days. He and his wife have a huge inground pool in the backyard with all sorts of comfortable sun chairs. I looked forward to swimming and getting a tan. The kitchen is brand new, ultra modern and outfitted with state-of-the-art appliances. There’s a sectional couch in the living room that was imported from Sweden and a gigantic television with surround sound. Every room has overhead ceiling fans and independent thermostats for zone control. My stay at my son’s house wasn’t quite as relaxing and comfortable as I expected. I couldn’t figure out how to operate anything. I couldn’t use the microwave, oven or washing machine. I couldn’t even find the coffeemaker. I also nearly froze to death. My son definitely had the air conditioner cranked to provide a perfectly cool environment for me. There are vents located all over the house. There was no escaping the constant influx of freezing cold air. The thermostats were so complicated that I didn’t dare attempt to make any adjustments. I worried I’d switch it over to heating by mistake. I ended up bundling up in layers of sweatshirts and sleeping under every blanket I could find. I didn’t want to disrupt my son’s vacation by complaining and begging for help, so I just managed as best as I could.