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Post by jb on Dec 13, 2009 18:20:08 GMT -5
It was a week ago Saturday as I entered the bedroom chambers, Lorraine says to me, "I'm going to try something different tonight!" My eyes got as big as saucers with anticipation like a kid opening a Christmas gift that he has no idea what is inside. She quickly followed up to remove any doubt that the ceiling fan was off as she had to admit it was getting pretty cold. Lorraine crawls in bed and I quickly flip the covers back as I wasn't in the bed yet. I told her, "How cold would you be if the fan was turned on?" She chuckled and admitted I had her there. I told her I would call 911 if she stopped breathing without the Arctic winds over her face. I think she only stopped breathing a few times, but I attributed that to the pillow I had over her face. ;-)
Fast forward one week. She said she felt cold later in the afternoon. I told her I would turn the temperature up. It was a rainy afternoon and I must admit it felt good moving it up to normal from frigid. I visited the bedroom chambers in the wee hours of the morning after falling asleep on the floor. It wasn't long afterwards that the ceiling fan came on. She told me she was too hot from me turning up the temperature. I had to pee, so while out of bed, I looked at the temperature. 65 degrees in the domicile. I just shook my head as I lowered it down from pleasant to morgue like conditions.
I plan on making up a chart to put next to the thermostat. Arctic Winds, Meat Locker. and Living Dead. My next move is to put a hair dryer on my night stand. Before leaving the matrimonial bed, I will blow hot hair on my joints to make them pliable enough to allow me to walk.
Humbly submitted walking with a limp,
JB
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Post by Tommy Thompson on Dec 13, 2009 20:42:43 GMT -5
JB that is so funny but then again...... 65 degrees, man that's cold. I like a cool bedroom to sleep in but we're talking maybe around 71 degrees or so.
Your bedroom reminds me of being a kid on the farm where we had no heat in the bedrooms at all. There were about 14 sheets and blankets on the bed and when you jumped into bed it was like laying on a block of ice. After about 10 minutes the spot you were in began to warm up but if you ever moved your foot you could go into shock from the temperature difference only 6 inches away.
Tommy
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Post by jerry on Dec 13, 2009 22:30:13 GMT -5
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Post by cbk on Dec 13, 2009 22:32:10 GMT -5
J.B., do we take it that Lorraine is going thru the change? Or is your better half from the North Pole? 65 may be nice and warm in the Rocky Mountains but in the bedroom that's a 2 dog night around here....one for my feet and the other snuggled up against my back, and everyone covered with a nice thick quilt! Bhirrrrrrr
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Post by jb on Dec 14, 2009 0:12:00 GMT -5
Not picking on Lorraine, but she started the change about 18 years ago. I think it was over at one point, but came back!  We keep the house at 65 to keep from buying carbon credits from Gore. ;D We do have a heavy spread over us. She claims she needs the ceiling fan on to breathe. Grant you, she does have COPD, so maybe that is it. It's funny, years ago, I was the always hotter than hell and she was colder than hell. Now, come summer, we keep the temperature at 78 degrees to save on the those carbon credits again. I have just a sheet over me and the ceiling fan is on full bore. |
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Post by cbk on Dec 14, 2009 18:36:20 GMT -5
Jerry, I love your article on the weather. Believe it or not, being raised in Florida wasn't any picnic, in the winter, either. It's damp in Florida. The houses were not heated as people tended to believe the Florida Chamber of Commerce about the "sunshine State". When the temperature got down to 45 to 50 degrees we woke to our breath making little smoke puffs in the air. I used to sleep with the covers over my head and it was a real test of courage to throw the quilts back and get dressed. I perfected the technique of putting my clothes on a chair close to the bed. I'd grab them under the covers and get dressed there. I'm sure I looked as if I'd slept in them but really didn't care. I often wore both a sweater and a jacket to the breakfast table. And I loved my Dad because he started the car early and warmed it up for the drive to school. I wish I'd told him how much I appreciated that before he died.
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Post by scoutmom on Dec 15, 2009 1:32:32 GMT -5
In reference to getting dressed in the cold, when I go camping I put the clothes I'm going to wear in the morning INSIDE the sleeping bag with me so they won't be cold. JB, your stories are so funny! Jerry, as usual, nice article. Mason has been printing off more of the articles and has actually made a book. He has read almost all of them on his own. I think that's cool, he is learning not only history, but getting to know his PawPaw better.
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Post by jerry on Dec 15, 2009 8:21:42 GMT -5
Thanks, Chris & Dawn. If only one person reads and benefits from Time Machine, my work was worth it. I'm especially proud if that person is my own grandchild. Thank you, Daughter, for pointing him in that direction.
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Post by kpolk on Dec 15, 2009 16:53:30 GMT -5
JB that is so funny but then again...... 65 degrees, man that's cold. I like a cool bedroom to sleep in but we're talking maybe around 71 degrees or so. Your bedroom reminds me of being a kid on the farm where we had no heat in the bedrooms at all. There were about 14 sheets and blankets on the bed and when you jumped into bed it was like laying on a block of ice. After about 10 minutes the spot you were in began to warm up but if you ever moved your foot you could go into shock from the temperature difference only 6 inches away. Tommy Tommy, I never slept in a heated bedroom until I went off to college. I remember being under so many quilts I could barely breathe and waking up to find the inside of the window covered with frost from the moisture in my breath. After going to college and sleeping in a heated room, I started having nosebleeds and sinus problems that continue to this day. Progress.... |
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Post by Tommy Thompson on Dec 15, 2009 21:50:29 GMT -5
Ken, I also remember frost on the inside of the windows. You know it's got to be seriously cold in a room to do that.
I also lived in a Manor House in England where the ceilings were at least 20' high, and the only heat was a little Aladin heater in the main entrance hall way which was huge. That's when you slept with heavy pajamas and socks.
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Post by jerry on Dec 15, 2009 22:53:31 GMT -5
It's nice to realize that this crappy little trailer is far more comfortable than the finest castle in Europe. Heck, it even has a bathroom for every
two rooms. My electronic servants keep me warm or cool within a few degrees of ideal round the clock, and entertain me all the time. There are two fine carriages and a spirited steed just outside the front door.
It's a lot better than being King, and I don't even have to put up with a queen.
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Post by gloria on Dec 16, 2009 3:18:04 GMT -5
I know, it's wonderful isn't it. I am the queen of my castle and I don't have to put up with a king.  |
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Post by Tommy Thompson on Dec 16, 2009 3:43:42 GMT -5
The manor house we lived in had quite a history. Several famous people stayed there overnight back in the era of Robin Hood. I'm sure they had servents that kept all the fireplaces going during those cold nights.
BTW, the other night we were watching some history on TV and they mentioned that about 800 years ago, living in these type Manor Homes and castles wasn't as bad as we imagine because the Earth was going through a warmer climate.
BTW, (again) I'm the king of our castle and I pretty much do what I want....however, I have to ask Belinda what I want to do. LOL Tommy
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Post by gloria on Dec 16, 2009 7:06:03 GMT -5
......... BTW, (again) I'm the king of our castle and I pretty much do what I want....however, I have to ask Belinda what I want to do. LOL Tommy Good for you Tommy, you know what side your bread is buttered on. ;D |
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Post by jerry on Dec 16, 2009 8:23:29 GMT -5
......... BTW, (again) I'm the king of our castle and I pretty much do what I want....however, I have to ask Belinda what I want to do. LOL Tommy Good for you Tommy, you know what side your bread is buttered on. ;D See? That's my point; way too many women put the butter on the wrong side and expect me to eat it anyway. |
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We keep the house at 65 to keep from buying carbon credits from Gore. ;D We do have a heavy spread over us. She claims she needs the ceiling fan on to breathe. Grant you, she does have COPD, so maybe that is it. 
