Thursday, January 9, 2014
Close to Nowhere
I’m a Southerner, by golly!
And Southerners are not meant to be cold. That is the big reason God put me in the South, so I wouldn’t have to freeze to death.
It’s gone past ludacris, into the ridiculous!
It’s Tuesday afternoon as I write this and my fingers are still cold from this morning. My feet will be cold until sometime late in April (maybe by the time the quilt show comes to Paducah?).
I keep hearing on the TV news about peoples’ homes burning down as they try to stay warm. That is such a terrible thing to happen. I don’t have much valuable stuff, but I’d give it all up just to keep pictures of my mother’s, my mother-in-law’s knick-knacks (many of those are Avon) and all my children’s and grandchildren’s stuff.
Driving to work Monday morning, son Kris and I were cold! And we stayed cold, all the way to work.
Usually, by the time I get to Hwy. 7, off 310, my little red car is toasty warm. By the time I get to Wall Doxey State Park, I have to turn the heat way down.
Not Monday. In addition to me freezing, the thermostat on my little red car decided to freeze.
So, Kris and I are toodling off to work with a 4-degree temperature outside and inside it’s not much better.
To make it even more fun, if I tried to drive the speed limit, my poor little red car would inch the little red hot/cold indicator up toward hot. My car has never run hot before. Not even in Texas summer heat!
I called my mechanic as soon as I could Monday and he said, “Sounds like your thermostat is frozen. All you can do is wait until it thaws and see how much damage you have.”
That was so not what I wanted to hear!
• I’m sure I’ve mentioned a time or seven that I have a new puppy. Technically, it’s youngest granddaughter Remy’s puppy. But Bernadette knows I’m a grandmother, so I have become a very acceptable substitute.
Bernadette is half great Pyrenees and half standard poodle. When she’s grown, she’ll be a horse. Right now, I can’t pick her up anymore.
When she first came to live with us, at 11 weeks old, she was almost too big to lift. Now, at about four and a half months, I don’t even try anymore. She’s at least as big as a German shepherd now. I can’t wait to see how big she finally gets.
But, she’s warm and cuddly! She thinks she’s a lap dog and while my two little dogs are also cuddly and warm they don’t warm me up much at night.
Stretched out full length against my back, Bernie does!
Three dog nights lately!
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