I am freezing cold. I am sitting here in a fluffy, thick robe and I am shivering. Earlier this evening, I was visiting with my sister in the back yard and I could see my breath. Where is that promised global warming?
My parents have a wood burning fireplace that has been around since before I could walk. I used to lay in bed in the mornings until I heard Mom building a fire. Then, I waited until I heard the squeak of the damper being closed--that meant that the fire would be nice and hot. I would then grab my school clothes and run to the stove to keep from freezing while I dressed.
Funny Story. In the second grade, I got a long-coveted pink coat. It was not a hand-me-down and it was not ugly. I had only been wearing it a few weeks when a warm Autumn afternoon prompted me to take it off. I left it in our van overnight. It was a super cold night and the grass was frozen stiff in the morning. I ran outside, grabbed my coat from the van and ran it to the wood stove. I put it on the flat top of the stove to warm it up. (Give me a break, I was only seven!) I totally scorched one side of that beautiful coat and couldn't wear it anymore. I had to wear my sister's dumb last-year's coat for the rest of the year.
But anyway, it is right now in the middle of June. It will officially be Summer soon and I have had a fire going in that beloved stove nearly the entire day. I've been wearing long sleeves and socks and I didn't pull my hair up because I needed it's warmth on my neck.
I think I'm going to go protest those big factories that stopped producing the greenhouse gasses. Maybe they'll start puffing the black clouds again. And I think I'll introduce legislation to get rid of the catalytic converters. Yesss, I think I'm on to something.
Or maybe I'm delirious from the hypothermia. Whichever.