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aamusedinatx) wrote2005-11-08 08:18 am
aamusedinatx) wrote2005-11-08 08:18 am
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Whither the Weather
It is cold as fuck out this morning.
How cold is that you ask? FUCKING cold that is!
Smart ass.
This will teach me to chat about morning temperatures with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amok_about_sex now won't it! Sheesh.
Last night the rains came. It started just as I got home at 5pm and rained long and hard, finally tapering off about 1am when I lay down to go to sleep.
It was lovely last night, sitting curled up on the chaise lounge in my living room with the animals sprawled here and there. Of course I had to launch the dork dog out the door with a catapult now and again. She hates going out in the rain.
The trick to living in an old and drafty cottage is to only heat where necessary so you don't waste electricity or gas. I have an electric oil portable heater with a digital thermostat. It sits in my living room near the space where I spend most of my evening time. It goes on when I sit down to read, write, or watch TV. It goes off when I go to bed. It keeps the living room at 71 degrees, at least in my seating area. The windows are always 20 degrees colder and once the heater is off the temperature of the room drops pretty rapidly.
I have a pile of down comforter on my bed. I love sleeping in a cool room. I even have one window that is always cracked, even in winter, even when raining so that I can get fresh air. Between the comforters and 3 furry bodies that can generate enough heat to make the devil sweat, I sleep very well.
Last night, just before bed, I threw the dog out one more time. The thermometer read 56 degrees. When I woke this morning to throw the dog out again, I opened the door to a startling WOOSH of arctic air! The thermometer read 41. How did we loose 15 degrees over night!?!
Standing there in a blustery morning fit for Winnie-the-Pooh, I know the wind chill was in the 30s. My nose may fall off. My feet are pressed so hard against my desk heater they may push through to the other side!
In spite of the brisk and gusty winds, the clouds seemed to come apart in tatters and blue sky was in evidence all around me. This cheered me a great deal as I stood dealing with my first wintry morning and a late bus. A half hour later, as I stood waiting for the connecting bus, it POURED on me for 5 minutes then stopped, like someone had turned on a faucet, or flushed a toilet. Fortunately I had brought my umbrella with me, but still.
Winter, my dear, has arrived. No question about it.
How cold is that you ask? FUCKING cold that is!
Smart ass.
This will teach me to chat about morning temperatures with
amok_about_sex now won't it! Sheesh.Last night the rains came. It started just as I got home at 5pm and rained long and hard, finally tapering off about 1am when I lay down to go to sleep.
It was lovely last night, sitting curled up on the chaise lounge in my living room with the animals sprawled here and there. Of course I had to launch the dork dog out the door with a catapult now and again. She hates going out in the rain.
The trick to living in an old and drafty cottage is to only heat where necessary so you don't waste electricity or gas. I have an electric oil portable heater with a digital thermostat. It sits in my living room near the space where I spend most of my evening time. It goes on when I sit down to read, write, or watch TV. It goes off when I go to bed. It keeps the living room at 71 degrees, at least in my seating area. The windows are always 20 degrees colder and once the heater is off the temperature of the room drops pretty rapidly.
I have a pile of down comforter on my bed. I love sleeping in a cool room. I even have one window that is always cracked, even in winter, even when raining so that I can get fresh air. Between the comforters and 3 furry bodies that can generate enough heat to make the devil sweat, I sleep very well.
Last night, just before bed, I threw the dog out one more time. The thermometer read 56 degrees. When I woke this morning to throw the dog out again, I opened the door to a startling WOOSH of arctic air! The thermometer read 41. How did we loose 15 degrees over night!?!
Standing there in a blustery morning fit for Winnie-the-Pooh, I know the wind chill was in the 30s. My nose may fall off. My feet are pressed so hard against my desk heater they may push through to the other side!
In spite of the brisk and gusty winds, the clouds seemed to come apart in tatters and blue sky was in evidence all around me. This cheered me a great deal as I stood dealing with my first wintry morning and a late bus. A half hour later, as I stood waiting for the connecting bus, it POURED on me for 5 minutes then stopped, like someone had turned on a faucet, or flushed a toilet. Fortunately I had brought my umbrella with me, but still.
Winter, my dear, has arrived. No question about it.