How cold was it this week in my part of the world? So cold the flashers were describing themselves.
So cold the posts of your earrings were turning your ears into something resembling two frozen apricots stuck to the side of your head. It was so cold it the fillings in your teeth stabbed you with an iron pain the second you opened your mouth. So cold the tiny hairs in your nose grew tiny icicles.
I didn’t leave the house for a full 36 hours during the worst of it.
I needed to buy milk. “Forget the milk,” David said. I needed to go to the Apple store and have one of those nice One-to-One sessions with my new Mac. “Forget the Apple store!” I told myself and rescheduled for next week.
I needed to work out at the Y, which sits on a windy hilltop 100 yards from where I would have to park my car. “The heck with the Y for now,” I also thought and went to the third floor and made myself get on that treadmill that Dave’s pal Frank talked him into buying 15 years ago.
Being inside did have a few good effects: I cleaned. I sorted stuff. I made and hung new curtains for the living room windows which up until now looked like a face with no eyebrows.
See? This is Before: Pretty blah, right?
And this is After: pop!
Anyway ….We could only bear to stay downstairs until around 4pm when everything on that floor grows arctic. (It’s an old house, what can I say, with a three-story hall that carries the heat RIGHT out through the roof.)
We ate supper every night on the bed and were under the covers by 7:00.
It actually wasn’t a bad week, take it all around, and today they say the temperatures will moderate.
Sigh. I hope so. Tell you the truth my ears are still kind of a funny color.
But at least the spider webs over the windows are gone.
And running on the treadmill was sort of OK but the truth is I can’t wait to get back up on that window hilltop for Zumba’s particular brand of torture