I came up to my room tonight after supper, through the snow and the cold, and as I entered my room and began to take off my coat, I thought to myself (or perhaps said out loud to the empty room, I cannot recall) “Hey! It’s pretty warm in here! I bet it’s probably at least 50 degrees, maybe as much as 53!” Which is an interesting thing because I remember a day many summers back when I had a fine day and thought it was just a perfect day to spend outside in the sun playing, and the next day the papers proclaimed it had been 122 degrees. And I remember posting not too long ago about how much it was costing to keep my house heated, and what temperatures I thought were simply too cold. I ended up leaving my thermostat around 65, believing nothing less could conceivably be comforable. And here I was, saying to myself that 50 degrees felt warm. I realised all of this before I got my coat off and moved over to the thermometer.
Which advised me that the ‘warm’ room I was in was actually a toasty 38 degrees. Toasty. 6 degrees colder is literally freezing. Sure, sure. It’s Zero degrees in the northeast and feet and feet of snow. But I just moved up from the valley of the sun, where we have had several days above 80 degrees already this year. So… there’s something odd about coming into a room that’s 38 degrees and thinking it’s ‘pretty warm’ for me.
Oh yeah, did I mention it snowed? Thinking back, I believe that this is the first time that I’ve experienced real, natural snow first-hand since the last time I lived in Pine, about 20 years ago. When I was 4 or 5 years old. So, err.. It’s all new to me. I keep taking photos. I’ll probably end up getting some of them on the website before long. Except that the digital camera up here is an older Mavica that writes to floppy disks, and Apple stopped putting floppy drives in their computers … something like 5 or 6 years ago. So I’m going to bring a stack of full floppies with me down to Phoenix on Monday (my grandfather has a doctors appointment, so I will come along) and see if I can get a CD burned with them on it. Then I’ll see about putting them together on the website somewhere. Not interesting to people in other places, but … Snow is one of those things in Phoenix like lakes. We just never see it. Okay, that may have missed it. Let me try again. Snow is to Phoenix as … intelligence is to George Bush. Got it? Good enough.
Anyway, in the intervening hours I have been trying to get this place warmed up to a temperature my rational mind things is warm. You know, at least half my body temperature. Actually, looking now at the thermometer, it’s about 56 degrees in here. I still seem to have a bit of trouble starting a good fire, something about … I don’t know what. Anyway, I found something interesting. Well, not something interesting, really. What I found while unpacking was a box or two chock full of bills and receipts not less than 2 years old, averaging 3-4 years old. Now, I can’t imagine why I’d need a 4 year old bill from Speedchoice; they’ve been out of business for half as long. Or USWest. So, I’ve been going through, pulling out potentially important envelopes (mostly just anything labeled “IMPORTANT TAX DOCUMENTS ENCLOSED”) and converting the rest of them to heat. Hooray heat!
And now I’ll go make a post about my phone.