02 Apr 08 A Question
It’s early here. Well, it’s early enough for me. It’s 7.45am. I’ve been up about an hour and a quarter. I’ll confess that it’s earlier than usual. I’m not a morning person. I’m sitting here now, feeling tired but not sleepy.
Coffee doesn’t work. I enjoy my morning coffee, but it doesn’t wake me up in the morning, any more than it keeps me awake at night. I always feel tired in the mornings; wide awake at bedtime.
Still, I’m not one for laying in bed all day. I’m not some kind of early morning hero that needs to boast how early I rise, but I do think that laying in until noon is such a waste of a day – unless one is unwell of course.
It’s a nice morning out there today, I can see the sun shining through the slats of the still-closed blind. That’s better, I’ve opened it. I can hear the crickets outside. They’re really quite loud, particularly as I have the door open too. It’s already 67F outside.
While I’m typing this, I’m eating a bowl of cold oatmeal. Why? Well, I’m trying to be good and eat breakfast (which is the one time of day I’m not hungry), and trying to make it a healthy breakfast at that. It’s not that I dislike oatmeal, but somehow, just somehow, corned beef hash, or bacon, eggs and grits would somehow be more appetising.
Now, I’m back with a refilled coffee cup. I’m pretty good with my coffee intake really I think. There’s about another 3 mug fulls in the pot, and once that’s gone, I’ll drink water for the rest of the afternoon. I might have a cold beer, come this evening; then again I might not. It depends how the mood takes me.
At least I know where to find a cold beer. It’s always in the refrigerator. Unlike some other items I care to mention, such as car keys, or my wallet, or cellphone or glasses.
Which, dear reader, brings me to the title of this article, a question.
Why can I not remember where I put my cellphone, but I never forget my grandparents telephone number of the house they moved from in 1978? Why do I “lose” the car keys, but I can drive from here to Atlanta through the back roads without thinking about it? And, why, do I remember how much a loaf of bread cost at the local bakers when I was a kid, but I’ll forget to buy some when I go to the supermarket?
Your answers are welcome, but don’t forget to remind me what the question was. I’ll probably have forgotten by the middle of this afternoon.
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02 Apr 08 That Time Of Year
It ‘s getting warmer.
Now, I’m never one to complain about the heat. I’d love it to be summer all year around. I don’t care about the seasons. I don’t want crisp frosty mornings, and I’ll be a happy camper if I never see snow in real life ever again.
Having said that, I don’t like stuffy. Somehow the heat at the beach or even in main street in the middle of August is better than a hot house.
A hot house? Yes, you know, when it’s not really that hot outside but indoors it’s really sticky.
The condo here is the pits for that. It’s two levels, and while downstairs is usually fine, and can even be fairly cool in the summer, upstairs is a different story. Recently, we’ve had the regime fees hiked up to an outrageous amount to pay for much needed and long neglected repairs and maintenance.
We’ve got a new roof, which has ridge vent tiles. It’s not made one iota of difference to the temperature upstairs. Right now, I have the sun room door open, and the front bedroom windows. There’s no real breeze though. It’s only 68F outside, but it’s 82 in here at this desk. According to my little gizmo on the desk here, the humidity is only 58% too.
Well, the strange thing is, it’s been around that most of the day, but now, around bedtime, it feels really warm and sticky in here. OK, I hear you say, what’s wrong with running the air conditioning?
It uses too much electricity.
No, I’m not a tree hugger. I’m a dollar hugger. The electricity bills hover around the $100 a month mark at this time of year, but once that a/c kicks in, I know it’s going to be on until well into the fall, and that monthly bill creeps nearer to $250 then. Working mostly from home doesn’t help, as I can’t turn it off in mid-summer, but then again, with the gas prices heading up and up, I’m saving more on gas than I’m spending on the electricity.
I guess I should look for a job within walking distance, then I’d save gas and electricity. Thing is, there doesn’t seem to be many IT companies within this immediate neighborhood, and anyway, I generally like my independence.
Still, it’s time to quit computers altogether for a few hours, and go take up that horizontal book reading position for a while.
I’m still looking forward to summer.
Tags: bedroom windows, bedtime, different story, downstairs, electricity bills, frosty mornings, gas prices, gizmo, happy camper, home doesn, iota, mid summer, pits, ridge vent, strange thing, sun room, time of year, tree hugger, vent tiles, walking distance
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