Sunday, January 22, 2012
We keep out temperature pretty low in the winter and I deal with that by wearing heavy wool sweaters around the house. I can be perfectly comfortable with the exception of my hands, which, when its really cold outside, just never seem to warm up. Most of this winter we've been able to turn on the gas fireplace which sends a nice steady stream of hot air into the living room and my hands are toasty warm in no time at all. But when the temperature dropped last week into the below-freezing category, that gas fireplace cranked away for hours and my hands never made it past the "just defrosted" stage. It wasn't warm enough to knit, which really annoyed me, and the only thing I could do was keep them between my legs to keep them warm enough.
Thankfully, most of our winter doesn't stay in those temperature ranges and I am hard at work on some knitting projects. But it makes me worry about the future. I remember my grandparents house always being so over-heated to me when I was young, and my medical training has taught me that this is typical for older folks whose internal thermostats don't work quite as well as they used to. And I'm wondering what I'll ever do in another ten years when the rest of my body has the same problem as my hands do now.
I suppose that's why so many of my contemporaries are moving south....