I was just hanging out in the yard for a few minutes, enjoying the cool winter eve with only a t-shirt on. I was wondering why it felt so nice for February. I came inside to check and found out it’s about 42 degrees outside right now. In other words, a perfect temperature.
It’s just cold enough so your beer doesn’t get warm before you finish it all, but you don’t have to bother with a jacket. I love temperatures in the 40’s. I’d keep my thermostat inside set for that if it went that low. Unfortunately it doesn’t allow me to go below 50 degrees, which is where I keep it. My wife (and the cats) of course prefer it somewhere over 70. Yes, we have that constant battle all winter.
As soon as my wife gets home, she immediately cranks up the thermostat. When it starts getting over 60, I start whining loudly. I’ll do things like go downstairs with my gym shorts and a light t-shirt on and start tearing my t-shirt open like I’m the Hulk while screaming, “Oh my God! It’s so hot in here I can’t breathe!”
By now she’s unfazed. “Go outside you freak of nature,” she’ll return.
“Don’t forget,” I’ll tell her as I storm outside.
“Don’t forget what, that you’re an animal?”
We like to play games like this. She knows full well I mean don’t forget that she’s paying the oil bill for wasting it on all this heat.
I can’t help it, I’m from a lower middle class New England family that couldn’t afford heat when growing up, so I kind of got used to living without it. My wife is from the south, a place called Pennsylvania. Okay, I didn’t say the deep south, but far enough down so they don’t know what winter really means.
What a crazy winter it’s been around here. So far we’ve only gotten about three inches of snow all winter. Yesterday it was in the 60’s. A few weeks ago it was in the mid 70’s. A far cry from when I was a kid and earned a living shoveling snow all winter. I’m sure it has nothing to do with global warming though.
