By now everyone knows that I sleep with white noise going on all night. Up until the other night, I had been using sounds of rain and thunderstorms, but I decided to change things up this week and went with the sounds of different fans, and enjoy those almost as well. At some point, maybe I should just put a fan in the bedroom, but I need the noise more than the air circulation. I have a ceiling fan for the latter.
When I was younger, in the days before we had air conditioning (it was available, we just didn’t have it), we had a big, noisy fan that we’d put in the window during the summer. Mom always set it to blow out rather than in, thinking that blowing the heat of the house out was better than blowing the heat from the outside in. Theoretically, it was a good idea. In practice, not so much. When we moved to an apartment with an air conditioner, Mom put the fan in the window on the back porch with us and closed the doors while she sat in air-conditioned comfort. When we’d get hot enough, we’d open the doors and walk out, and we’d be freezing. Sometimes we were on the back porch and set it to blow into the room, and Mom would come in and change it back. Mothers are like that (yeah, they are).
There’s a fan in just about every computer, even the real thin ones, to keep the components cool. They get dusty after a while, and when things start going haywire, one of the things they tell you to do is to clean the fan. I just got my desktop computer back after a week, and I assume they did that.
A few years ago, we had some improvements made to both bathrooms, which included replacing both exhaust fans, which frankly weren’t doing a whole lot. The guy who replaced them discovered one possible reason why they weren’t: the previous owners had put insulation in the attic and covered both of them…
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