Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
I think our ancestors would most likely consider us a passle of sissies. These old houses have seen a lot of extended periods when the outside temps didn’t get up to freezing. Bound to have. And in those days they were relying on steam radiators, fireplaces, and lots of blankets.
Well heck. I think yesterday it got into the 20s F for the first time in over a week. And if it’s going to get into the teens today there’s no sign of it. The ‘central heat’ here, combined with my electric radiator heater are just about able to keep the indoor temp up to 61 degrees F. That’s not the level of warmth I find inspires me to take a badly needed shower, to I tried using the Coleman 30,000 BTU tank-top heater to get things nearer a welcome taste of clean.
Nothing doing! The carbon monoxide detector kicked in before it got up to 65 degrees F.
This wouldn’t have been a problem for my granddad living in his tarpaper shack out in the middle of nowhere in New Mexico. He’d have been just trying to keep the 2.5 gallon galvanized bucket he kept by the door for drinking water and to dipper into a washbasin from freezing solid. If he could manage that a bath could wait until spring.
But Walter E. Hudson my old granddaddy, didn’t much like bathing anyway. “Do it too often and you’ll wash off all that protection.” I’m guessing the people who lived in this house probably subscribed to the same doctrine.
But I have it on good authority we’re looking at some serious global warming, coming soon. So I’ll plan on a shower then. And try to keep an adequate supply of clean underwear.
Thanks for the visit.
Old Jules
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