I am so darned tired of being cold!
Although the snows and ice eluded us and hit eastern Tennessee along came another prediction of tornado-type winds this week, and while potentially dangerous it beats the bone-chilling temperatures we have experienced lately.
I can't remember ever having been so cold, and it was such a treat to go outside today Wednesday with the sun shining and only a light jacket for protection.
Even though we did not get the snow that materialized in East Tennessee last week, it was cold enough to make me not want to leave the house. It was also cold enough to freeze my son-in-law Alex's soft drinks when he was working outdoors, rebuilding our aging kitchen deck.
I feel sorry for Alex and everyone else who has to be outside in these frigid temperatures and wonder how the homeless manage to exist from day to day. It's sobering to think of that and makes me feel guilty for complaining.
I also can't remember the last time I've been bored, but I've truly had a bad case of cabin fever, too.
Part of this, no doubt, comes from the lack of sunlight. In addition to the miserable wet air the days have been cloudy and dark. I haven't even felt like reading or sewing and just want to lie on the couch and be entertained by lackluster television shows under a hefty duvet.
Despite the innumerable television shows listed on television guides there's hardly anything I want to see anymore, although I did find season three of "The Good Wife" at the library recently. But because hubby Tommy isn’t enamored with it and because we’ve been confined to the same room lately, I haven’t made time to watch it on my own.
We have been confined to the same room lately because our downstairs heating unit went out last Monday (one of the days when the temperature was in the single digits), and although a new unit was installed on Thursday, almost everything we do is on the main floor. We learned to make do with a space heater in the study where we usually read and/or watch television and slept upstairs where there was heat.
Even when temperatures were in the single digits last week I noticed the hyacinths and jonquils were trying to bloom. They can’t come fast enough for me.
On another note, I put my iPhone through the wash this week – purely by accident, of course.
We were babysitting grandchildren and I slipped my phone in my bathrobe pocket when I heard them awaken. Later I tossed the robe in the wash with other things, and it went through a whole washing cycle before I realized it.
I went online to see what had worked for others and the best solution was literally covering it with rice (a desiccant) for about three days in a warm place – without being tempted to turn it on at all.
I did that, and didn’t even peek, but after the prescribed three days all I got was a soft flicker of white light and nothing else. Oh, well.
Tommy had given it to me last Christmas and I saved my previous model which I will use (despite its cracked glass). I rarely used Siri anyway and will wait until a newer model comes out if the glass interferes with operation.
It’s been yet another one of mishaps at our house (and there have been more) so I’m hoping the warmer weather will make me less grumpy and a little cheerier.
Hurry, Spring! 'Til next week.