So here it is, more than half-past October, and we haven't turned on the heat yet. There have been a couple of chilly moments, but we have warm clothes and blankets, down comforters and flannel sheets, for all of which I am very grateful. By now it's a matter of principle. November is when you turn on the heat in New England.
My friends on Facebook confess when they cave in. We all feel a little guilty when we bend to the lure of creature comforts. The cost of oil (and gas, I suppose) is certainly a consideration, but I've always thought it had more to do with a perverse pride in being from "sturdy pioneer stock" and sheer stubbornness, at least in my case. We are playing "chicken" with our friends to see who can hold out the longest.
My nose is pink, my lips are blue, and my LL Bean chamois shirts are covering my waffle-weave underwear, but I'm not about to crumble! However, if you are looking for me later, you'll find me at the library, or the supermarket, or the mall, or pretty much anywhere that doesn't play the same silly games that I do!
My friends on Facebook confess when they cave in. We all feel a little guilty when we bend to the lure of creature comforts. The cost of oil (and gas, I suppose) is certainly a consideration, but I've always thought it had more to do with a perverse pride in being from "sturdy pioneer stock" and sheer stubbornness, at least in my case. We are playing "chicken" with our friends to see who can hold out the longest.
My nose is pink, my lips are blue, and my LL Bean chamois shirts are covering my waffle-weave underwear, but I'm not about to crumble! However, if you are looking for me later, you'll find me at the library, or the supermarket, or the mall, or pretty much anywhere that doesn't play the same silly games that I do!
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