For the past few weeks, it has been getting colder and colder. It's snowed a few times, and it's just cold. With the lack of central heating, my days are consumed with staying warm, and I think it's a good idea to warn others of the effects cold can have.
· After taking a hot shower and
still leaving the bathroom shivering, I’m considering the necessity of taking
showers in the winter. I’ve rationalized the idea by thinking I can wash my
hair occasionally in hot water and dry it immediately without having to take
any layers off and it’s cold, so I’m not sweating.
· I watch the Spanish soap operas
on TV and the first thing I think is, “Why aren’t they wearing a jacket?! How
can they be warm enough to not need one?” I can’t fathom a world in which a
little sun dress is warm enough.
· My day is consumed with
planning where my next source of warmth is going to come from. In this way,
it’s almost like an addiction – an addiction to warmth.
· If you’re not careful, you will
describe your hatred of the cold as an addiction to warmth. I second-guess
agreeing to activities that will take me away from being within two feet from
the pechi.
· When I was handed a bowl of
sunflower seeds that had just been cooked on the stove, my first thought was to
forget eating the sunflower seeds and just hold the warm bowl.
· I cannot see an end to the
winter; I literally feel like it will never end, and I cannot see a way that it
will ever be warmer.
· My idea of the perfect day is
one spent reading a book in my long underwear and jeans with a tank top,
long-sleeved shirt, sweater, and jacket on top, sitting next to the pechi
without the door ever opening to let the cold air in the house.
· When people attempt to comfort
me in my state of cold by saying that snow never comes in November and always
waits until January and February, I want to slap them and say, “Then why is it
snowing?!”
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