Yesterday was Groundhog Day!
Punxsutawney (my god, just to spell the name of that city!!) Phil saw his own shadow, and with that he predicted six more weeks of winter.
No early spring, as I had predicted.
Fine with me.
While the northern states got even more snow yesterday we got rain.
And, we got wicked winds. Almost scary!
The curse of The Mid-Atlantic.
We get rain when the true northeast gets snow.
Sometimes we do get loads of snow, too. But not this winter. Not yet, at least.
Sigh, deep sigh. My “hate-weather” during the winter is dampness and cold rain. You know, that kind of cold that freezes you to the core.
I’ll take snow, and loads of it, anytime before above kind of weather.
I get so cold. Nothing warms me up when the dampness sets in.
Well, only ONE thing will cure me for the moment: A caffe latte. I don’t know what it is with lattes, but that beverage is the only kind of drink that will warm my body and soul. Hot tea does not help, neither does black coffee. No, I guess what I need is that latte fuzziness.
Something that does help, though, is soup. Soup warms me up.
As I wrote—in yesterday’s blog post— this house gets so cold on windy and damp days.
This old house dates back to 1976. Not very old, no. But, hey, it is so DRAFTY it is sick!!
The wind keeps on finding its way in thru fire-places and baseboards and even thru electrical outlets.
The house IS actually warmer when the temps really drop. As long as there is little wind this house is fine. The worst kind of temperature for this old joint is when the mercury outside hoovers around 32 F (0C). And, yes, it tends to be stuck around that mark all winter long…
I like to keep the inside temp around 71-72 degrees (around 22C) all winter long.
I do not like to see it dip below that. Well, except when it is time to sleep. But, that is not a worry for me and Peter since our bedroom (too) tends to be very cold in the winter.
The bedroom has high cathedral ceilings, it has a fire place and it gets CHILLY!!!!
But we can deal with it.
The basement is another story. Saturday morning it was 49 F (10C) down there.
Yes, that says it all.
We have an external radiator in the basement. That radiator is always on during the days, even though we are not in the basement room at all.
But, there is a fairly open floor plan in this old house. The basement tends to cool down the entire house.
But ALL above are first-world problems...
OH well, who am I to complain? Really!! Really, I mean it!!!
I have a nice home that I can heat up with a central heating system (on top of that I have baseboard heating if I need it. And, external radiators). I have a roof over my head, a place to sleep, lots of food, nice things are surrounding me.
I have my HOME!
I own this old joint, and I love it, after all.
I could have been homeless. I could have slept in a tent in the woods. I could have been in a shelter.
I could have roamed the streets of DC without a goal in mind except to find a warm room. I would have been freezing at night. I would have been freezing ALL the time, and for real.
I would have been kicked out of libraries and stores where I would have been just to be a bit warm.
I would have looked, from the outside, at people in restaurants while they were eating.
I would have found a soup kitchen where I would have been fed. Maybe, if I was lucky, I would have found a shelter somewhere for the night.
I am going to shut up about a cold house. I hear myself. Loud and clear.