Looking out from my office window, the day seems completely perfect…sunshine and blue skies all the way. It’s gorgeous out there. Then I made the mistake of going outside. I can honestly say that when the wind hit me full force, every curse word that I’ve ever uttered in my entire 58 years came flying out of my mouth. Unfortunately, I had worn my big ass parka this morning and that will not fit under my safety vest so I had to go out there without it so more curse words came out. I think I was muttering like a crazy person the entire time that I was out there but I really didn’t care. I am not good with cold weather. If it gets below 70 I start getting a chill. And I have RA so my joints don’t take too kindly to it at all. I move a lot slower in the cold, just like molasses. I think that age causes the sensitivity to cold because until I reached my late fifties, I was so hot natured. I couldn’t handle the heat at all. Now, I still don’t like heat all that much but I seem to be able to tolerate it better than the cold. And we have a woman in the office that dresses like she’s going on an arctic expedition and then complains when the thermostat is set higher than 65. We fight over it every day, all day. I tell her to dress in layers so when the thermostat is set on 70 in here, she can just start stripping down. I dress like I’m going on an arctic expedition as well since that’s what it feels like. I even wear gloves with the fingertips cut off. Oh, and she has the warmest office while I have the coldest office and she doesn’t want to switch because hers is larger. It also has more traffic since it was actually a conference room and you also have to go through it to get to the office supplies and filing cabinets. Mine is an actual office with a door and some privacy. But it’s smaller and that doesn’t suit the queen. Sorry, I went off on a bit of a tangent there, didn’t I? I guess that I’m also stalling because I don’t want to go back out in the cold again…but at least I will have on my parka and scarf! Stay warm everybody.
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I don’t like the cold either. My husband likes it a lot more than I do. He’s a “penguin” and I’m a “jaguar.” We’re grateful for the dual climate control in the car, so we can each be comfy with our preferred temperatures.
We disagree over the thermostat at home, but we can usually find a temperature we can both live with.