Last night, for the first time in more than 5 months, I turned the furnace on. Can you blame me? The temperature in the house was 68 degrees! *rubbing hands together to warm them* Don’t worry. I didn’t go nuts. I set the thermostat to 69. I can’t remember if I shut the thing off this morning. I have to say it goes from air conditioning to furnace weather pretty damn fast around here.
The first thing that gets cold on me are my toes (I know, I’m weird). Last night, while watching Prison Break, I was actually wearing wool socks. Later on, I even brought a comforter out. The only thing missing was a fireplace. The cooling season is definitely upon us. Jackets are starting to come out, shorts are going the way of Hillary campaign buttons, and football season has now begun (poor Tom Brady).
I can remember how much Brandy, our Saint Bernard, loved the winter and snow.
Unless it was bitterly cold, she would spend hours laying in the white stuff (and eating it as well). I have many pictures and videos to help me recall those early '00 days. On many an evening, I would shovel the front drive while Brandy found a spot and watched me do so.
We have a snow thrower now, so doing it the old-fashioned way is starting to fade. I can remember how proud I was in prior years when I would be the only one shoveling while others in the neighborhood were doing it the wussy way. Now I’m a wuss as well. *sigh*