It’s cold here, and I don’t have a furnace. I do have a terrific fireplace insert going in next Friday when the temperatures will be in the forties–irony, ha–but for right now, I’m praying that space heaters, electric blankets, and four dogs that radiate heat like little furnaces will get me through this bad patch. Yes, I put insulation around my pipes and a space heater in the basement, thank you for asking. Yes, I know space heaters are ungodly expensive to run and can be dangerous if not plugged into dedicated circuits (mine upstairs are) and sited on non-flammable floors with clearance (yep), but I’m stuck with this for now.
And it’s not all bad. For example, one third of my space heater/electric blanket/furry heat-radiating animal solution is really cute:
But the best thing about all of this is that I’ve moved into Krissie’s bedroom for the duration of the winter, except when she comes to stay. Which means I’m finally in a finished room. Okay, I need to finish some decorative painting and hang some more pictures, but the walls and woodwork are painted, the floor is done, there are blinds and curtains on all the windows, and there’s no wood stacked on the floor or power tools on the dresser. This must be the way normal people live. I like it.
I think staying in the unfinished part of the house was kind of a broken cookie thing. You know how you always eat the broken cookies so the other people can have the perfect ones? I really do want my guests to be comfortable, so it made sense to finish the front bedroom first, plus it was the easiest one to finish, no building anything, but then to stay in the back bedroom when I could have been in a nice room was just broken-cookie knee-jerk dumb. Every now and then I look up from my computer and think, “It’s really pretty in here,” and then I go back to work. HUGE improvement over looking up from the screen and thinking, “Damn it, I have to sew those curtains and get those shelf supports painted and get everything hung up and add the shelves and do the woodwork and hang that mirror . . .”
From now on I’m eating the whole cookies. Even if it’s seven below outside. ESPECIALLY when it’s seven below outside.