It's been a long standing joke among my friends and some family members, that my hands are generally one or two degrees colder than those of a corpse.
I am fond of saying that I can cool down a lukewarm beverage just by swirling my finger in the glass for a moment.
My feet are also little blocks of ice on a regular basis.
Because of this I have always always always adored warm weather and hot beverages. Winter is not my friend; except that I love being a cozy warm building watching it snow outside. The best thing about being pregnant other than the fact that I was incubating another small life was that I was finally comfortable in the deep of winter.
Growing up, the best place to be at Grandma and Grandpa's was between her portable dishwasher (which she never ever used) and the gas stove. There was a 1.5 foot gap between these appliances where there was a large metal heating vent set into the wall. I remember huddling in that little space and the heat surrounding me in that kitchen with the scent of chocolate cake and baked ham in the air, or toasted crumpets and honey, or English muffins topped with tuna and cheddar smothered in chutney. OK some of those aren't really scents but they are the flavours I remember in that house. (I can also remember watching my Mom singe the hairs off her arms over the gas flames on the stove, that smell was not so enticing)
One of the downsides to living in an older house is that instead of sharing a wall with at least two neighbors and an inside hallway all the exterior walls are subject to what's going on outside and right now it's pissing down rain and windy cold. My hands are literally a pale shade of blue and my fingernails are showing a ghastly purple tone.
I'm wearing a brown t-shirt underneath a 100% wool tunic underneath a large zip up fleece jacket and I'm contemplating putting on the hand knit 8lb sweater my great aunt knit for me 14 years ago on top of it all. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that the house temperature is set to a normal range, that most other people would be very comfortable sitting in short sleeves and bare feet. I'm just lamenting my poor circulation and wishing I was either pregnant again or going through menopause in order to enjoy the hot flashes.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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3 comments:
Me too! I'm always wearing two more layers than anyone else inside and ridiculous amounts of clothes outside. I also hate air conditioning even in the worst heat! Too funny.
The great thing about blogging is when you find out you aren't alone, and you aren't a freak of nature :P
I spent most of this winter in 2 pairs of socks, mocassins, 2 sweaters and a blanket drapped over everything to keep the chill out. Thank god it's spring and will start warming up!
Air conditioning is fine in moderation, about 5 minutes or so until the excessive heat is relieved and then it can go off. I'm usually not warmed up until sometime in the summer and even then I carry a sweater in the evenings just to be on the safe side. When I was working I had a magic bag I would heat up all day long to rest my wrists on in the hopes of keeping my hands from aching. Yes, aching; my hands get so cold at times that they cause physical discomfort. Nice to know I'm in such good company.
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