Staying warm
Just took the bin, out to the curb. Roadside. Whatever. Dressed as I have for the last half year. Shorts, tee. Time to accept that the seasons have not forgotten old habits. It was, as they say, freaking cold out there. I know, we still have some wiggle heatroom, but winter is coming. It doesn’t matter that the leaves are still on the trees. That can change, quickly.
There was a time when banking up the house and hanging the storm windows would have been mandated. We adopted new ways. ICF as a foundation strategy. Triple-glazed windows. Still means that I need to find more layers of clothing for those bin runs (yes, I run). In my grandfather’s time, we would have needed to pile the slabs on the woodpile. Now, we “extract the calories from the ground water”. All hedges against frost in the blood. Canada has seasons. We adapt and adopt.
Having lived in a number of places, I have adapted to various heat sources. Slabs from the wood pile. Coal from a heap in the shed. Natural gas (mysterious). Oil from the tank outside. Steam from a central plant (also mysterious, but we did get radiators to dry our mittens). Baseboad heat from the hydro. Never had to build a fire in a fireplace. And now, the water furnace. Actually, new is better.
And in the closet, there are always blankets, because you can’t predict everything. Especially when referring to winter. As I said, we adapt and adopt. Cost is just a detain (until you run out of money).
