I was on my way to work when the school called to tell me Patrick came to them with a headache. And then he was vomiting. So I turned around to pick him up. And while it stinks he's not feeling well (he said he feels better after barfing), I'm not upset at having the day off. Until 2:30 when I get my daughter for a swim meet. She's swimming the mile tonight. That's 66 laps (Lap=25 yards Noland). Words can't describe how boring it is to watch. Probably about as boring as reading this. My life, it's exciting.
I'm going to a bathroom fixture specialty store. Maybe get some tile. Some slate tile. It will be an exciting little day. I'm in the midst of remodeling my house. Whoever thought popcorn ceiling was a good idea should die of a heart attack... oh, wait. Apparently I was a wood worker in a previous life. A very, very lazy woodworker. Every window, door frame, piece of trim, closet, baseboard, book case is wood and it will take me approximately 68 years to sand and varnish it all. However, I'm getting a wicked high off that clear coat.
I'll be sitting in the woods in single digit temps this weekend, so it could be worse. What kind of finish is on the wood? A heat gun and scraper could be your best buddy, next to an epoxy strength stripper.
In my defense it is 35* outside and was probably in the 20s last night! It's a cruel joke to my poor body. We had a high of 78* 3 days ago and I can't keep up. My pajamas have me looking like a homely Eskimo woman and I dread having to put real clothes on. I think this is the warmest gear I have.
It's certainly not a confession, but I blame the spike in murder-suicides on that status. It's an event horizon for bullshit drama. It seems like a dodge for people who either got caught cheating or are refusing o admit that they are, in fact, in a relationship. 35 F, bewildered? You animal.
I'm all for keeping the thermostat at a low setting and heating with another much cheaper source, like a wood stove or fireplace. You seem to be taking that practice farther than any other person on the planet. Why 48*?
My daughter is in a soccer tournament this weekend, four games with the high being 45 (at least it will be sunny). One of the moms had the bright idea of us all eating together picnic-style before the 1:20 game on Saturday. I am feeling murderous because who suggests eating sandwiches in freakin 45 degree weather? Of course my daughter really wants to do it so I can't sing the "Oh Hell No" song* like I want. * Spoiler
I would totally picnic in 7C weather. Just pack a well-stocked hip flask to keep you warm, and make sure someone brings a thermos of soup. My husband is still trying to get me to go "winter camping", which I have a really hard time believing is a real thing.
We don't have central AC or heat. There is a gas powered heater in the hall in the center of the house, but it is very very expensive to run and it doesn't do much except make the hall really warm. 48* is as low as the thermostat in the kitchen will go. We just bought a space heater to use in either the computer room or bedroom at night, plus we have lots of blankets. We even have a heated blanket. I feel for my dog, though. I don't want him to have to suffer in 40* weather at night.
Yeah, at least I'll be sweating balls indoors. On Friday the best part (i.e. not best part) is that I have to time the mile for her. So for the first 4 laps I'm all "Wooo go Catherine!", and then by lap 10 it's more "woooo" and then by lap 15 I'm wandering around talking to the other parents. Then I rush back for the last 4 laps back to my original cheering. 19 minutes o' fun. When I was in college, my junior year we moved into a well, we called it a double block. Some people call them twins. Anyway, there was a fire there the year before so it was all redone but they decided instead of keeping the furnace, they'd do electric baseboard heaters. Most expensive thing ever. We went home on Christmas break and put them down to the bare minimum just so the pipes wouldn't freeze and our bill was still over $300. Quite the shock to our 20/21 year old selves. And the house was still cold. We hung blankets in the doorways to try to keep the living room warm. And used a kerosene heater. Which was deliciously toasty on our feet.
Get some wool socks. My brother is camping in Northern Minnesota at the moment. It's not that bad if you dress right and snow shelters are surprisingly warm. Spoiler Plus the scenery is nice.
Haha, this is the second time someone has suggested booze to take the edge off the cold. Much as I love the idea of that, I don't really trust my judgment to know where the line is between "Ah, this makes me feel warm/not care" and "Welp, now I'm too impaired to drive my daughter home to change and then to her church youth group event that is right after this."
I can't tell you exactly where the line between "Ah, this makes me feel warm/not care" and "vomiting in the snow" is either, but I can tell you I've crossed it.
Sometimes I cross it so quickly that I miss it. Kind of like going 105 on the interstate and missing your exit.