I’ve got to admit that a solid week of single-digit (and below-zero) mornings and nights is taking some of the fun out of the winter, starting with the 6” or so of powder that we got on Saturday night last week. I shoveled the driveway, the sidewalk, the front walk and my entry steps – as well as Willow’s tiny bathroom area in back of the house – and it seemed like every shovelful of snow I threw ended back in my face somehow. (I made sure not to “throw” those shovels-full of yellow snow in the back yard!)
More snow expected over the weekend.
As for how I handle it, I’ve been sort of “training” for this. Years ago when it looked like fuel oil payments might rival my mortgage payment for affordability (or lack of) I started to “live cold” in the winter. I gradually started turning down my thermostat about 1°F per year in the wintertime. Now that I keep the wintertime temperature at around 59°F all winter (augmented by an occasional space heater for the living room when I’m there), I think I may have found the place to stop that downward progression.
Fifty-nine degrees is pretty chill. But I dress for the cool, with several layers, fleece or a sweater, warm socks and good slippers. Except for my fingers I’m generally quite comfortable. (And I exercise my fingers in the way you see here – by typing a lot.)
I’ve got to admit, though, that it is kind of a jolt to come inside from shoveling the driveway – having worked up a sweat while doing that – and then coming inside and getting … cold.
On the other hand, I can’t argue with the results: I am in better overall health than I have been in many years (and my health is normally good, anyway). I had one cold this winter, the first that I’ve had in the last four or five, and that only lasted a week.
I am kind of looking forward to the summer, though. The grill has two feet of snow piled on top of it, which normally wouldn’t prevent me from using it even in the winter, but the snow for me to get there is up to my thighs, and I’m not wading through that just yet.