We have had rain, wind, sleet and epic hail already, and that was in July! (Just kidding, but it was in early October.)
So summer is kaput. Dead, done, and gone. And this Saturday night we face another seasonal loss - daylight savings time ends. :(
So now we enter that truly SAD time of the year. No, not despondency, but Seasonal Affective Disorder. You know, where you "get the glums" because your body does not get enough sunlight. My mom experienced that, but probably one reason was because in the winter, she was always cold. Cold hands, cold feet and a cold nose.
I inherited the cold nose. Right now I must stop typing every few moments to hold my nose between my warm fingers just long enough to restore circulation. Yes, we paid the utility bill, and we could turn up the heat.
But here at my son's home, where I am staying to help him while he recovers from a rough surgery, he likes it cool. He has some medical issues that make this necessary for him. Okay.
But "up the hill" (a few miles from my son's house, where we recently moved to the Sierra foothills) our house isn't any warmer. And why is that? Because the *LOC likes it chillier than any normal human being should enjoy. You could hang meat in our living room. (I have considered hanging the LOC there, but why mar the vaulted, open beam ceilings with a big old nasty hook?)
(*Lovable Old Coot)
|One end of our new living before the furniture arrived.|
Of course, one can always resort to wearing a ski mask. But then you are apt to be mistaken for someone who has nefarious plans involving convenience stores and lines like "Just hand over the cash." No, ski masks are not a solution.
Oh, I just heard the call from the back bedroom. "Mommmm, could you turn the heat down, please?" Well, sure, son, right after I don my nose mitten.
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It is a problem. Oh, well, there are worse problems to have. Better to have a cold nose than a cold heart. A cold nose can be warmed up in a jiffy. (Keeping it that way is another story...just saying.)
But a cold heart... not good. Those can last for years, and create great pain not only for the "owner" of the cold heart; but for anyone unfortunate enough to be in their vicinity.
Hope you are warm and cozy this evening. If not, for goodness sakes borrow a nose mitten. But guard against that "cold hearted condition", 'cause that one is serious.
Until next time .... your nose-mitten-wearing fashion plate - Marsha