The past few days have been a real test to my endurance to the cold weather.
Robes, two to three pair of socks at once, sweat shirt and pants, scarf, and hardly moving at all. The lowest temperature I resisted was 64 degrees. At which time I said to myself, this is getting real bad, my fingers are turning purple and I feel like a lion in a cage. So I cranked up the heater to a compromising 70 degrees. I was not being cheap…well…to a certain degree I thought I could handle it and save some money too.
I had to wait until the morning, because I was afraid the heating unit will react violently to me ignoring it and smoke and explosions may be a reaction. Nothing really happened, but after a minute or so of releasing some heat, it turned itself off. So I thought, here we go, I knew it!
After a few seconds, it came back up and showed me it was alive and kicking heat as fast as it could. Of course, static is a by-product of heat, so sparkles sometimes fly, but it is either being purple or facing a few electric shocks. Cannot have it all, I have learned.
Then, today, 6 January, it was up to 70 degrees. Had to totally change my outfit or I was going to burn up with so much protection and look ridiculous to the pretty people of my village.
Another day in paradise…or warming up Florida.
So…it was today…6 January, 2012…a day to enjoy the fabulous weather I moved here for.
Your Happy Contessa
“To know what has to be done, then do it, comprises the whole philosophy of practical life.” Sir William Osler, was a physician and one of the founding professors at Johns Hopkins Hospital. 12 July, 1849 – 29 December, 1919.