October 19, 2009

• Baby It's Getting Cold Outside!

  Today it was as cold as a witch's tit.  Now WHERE did that saying come from?  Sheesh...those poor witches.  I went to bed with socks on my feet because it was already in the high 30's when I finally hit the sheets and I didn't want to wake up and walk on a cold floor.  I was right about these wood floors.  I told the Beast they were going to be cold this winter and he kept insisting I was wrong.  It's not even winter yet and the floors are cold.  The poor baby wanted to run around without her shoes and socks on and came back in here to put her socks back on.   Even SHE noticed.

  I also woke up with a bit of a headache.  I think it was because the Beast has the little electric room heater on in there at night and it dries the heck out of the air.  I have no idea what time the Beast got up but when I came into my computer room, he had brought in the heater for my room and had it going.  It sure didn't help my headache.  I took a couple aspirin after having my coffee and lay back in the recliner hoping it would go away.  It got better but only after I cracked open my window and turned that heater down a bit.  It was only set at 70 degrees but I dropped it down to 68 degrees hoping that might allow a little outside moisture to hang in the air. 

  We have freeze warnings out from now until after 9am tomorrow (Monday) morning.  It did warm up to 55 degrees but it was NOT warm by any means.  I have no idea what the wind chill is/was but it's more than *nippy*.   I think this will be the last hurrah for the leaves remaining on our fruit trees.  The Beast is happy that he got the trees sprayed so he won't have to worry about it again until this spring.  I'm going to be sorry to be looking outside my window and seeing the poor tree bones for the next few months.

  I didn't tell you about the argument that the Beast and I had over the hummingbirds the other day.  I had been doing some reading about them (again) and decided it was time to stop putting out any more nectar for them to feed on.  An ample supply can delay their migration to Florida and other places until it's too late.  I just love having them around so, as much as I knew I would miss their daily trips to the feeder, I figured I would let this last batch be used up and put it away for the winter. 

  The Beast watched the nectar dropping and dropping drastically and told me I needed to refill it.  I told him I was done for the year and he tried to say I needed to fill it because they were constantly coming to it and drinking it like crazy.  It was down almost to the last inch (which really told me they were *stocking up*, so-to-speak).  He tried to talk me into refilling it again and I told him NO.  He got a bit pissed at me and I think he was going to do it himself but he couldn't find the stuff to make it (premix) and doesn't know how to make it from scratch.  What's funny about all this is.....when I had mentioned to him that I thought the last batch I put out might actually BE the last batch (but I hadn't decided then for sure), HE took the premix and put it up on top of the cabinet in the utility room to *get it out of the way*.  I cracked up when I realized he was looking for something that HE had moved.  When he asked me where it was, I just said (innocently), *I keep it on the bottom shelf in the utility room cabinet, left side.*  I do but I knew it wasn't there.  He, however, never remembered moving it.  I just stuck to the truth. 

  I tried to suggest to the Beast that he might want to use the electric blanket tonight instead of having the little heater on but he felt it *wasn't quite the time for it yet*.  *sigh*  It would sure keep the room from drying out and giving me a sinus headache, though.  Oh well.  C'est la vie with the Beast.

  I mentioned to the Beast that he might want to think about a 3-wheel bike and take a look at Sam's Club to see if they had any when we go there.  I told him it was Bee's suggestion and he just sighed and said he was almost afraid it WAS time.  I, personally, was worried about him being able to balance on a bike but, since he can do okay on his scooter, he really thought he would be all right.  Unfortunately, I know that it's very different.  It's much easier to keep your balance on a motor scooter than a bike.  Even the Princess was horrified that he would even consider it.  She remembers why he gave his bike away to Tara's kids.  I had forgotten that was the reason, actually.  I knew, at the time, that the kids weren't eligible for the bus and had to walk to their middle school and that bothered the Beast.  Heck, it bothered me, too, but I had to walk further and survived so I just let it be.  But they are boys and the Beast remembers when HE was a boy (what a memory!).   Now they get the bus since they live in the new house.  I wonder if they even ride them any more.  Hmmm. 

  I guess I should get this set up for posting later.  I need to think about getting dinner ready for us.  Meat loaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and some applesauce is on the menu for tonight.  Good, old-fashioned meal, don't ya think? 

  Love ya.  Have a great day.  Keep warm, stay healthy and no words to the wise or thoughts to ponder today.  Just think of your loved ones near and far and be sure to tell them you love them every time you talk to or see them.  There's no such thing as too much love.

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