Brrrr…
The furnace busted late yesterday. It didn’t seem so bad at the time, since it was in the high sixties, but today… today, not so much. Emily got up and went into the den to lie on the couch and kind of ease into the day. While she was in the bathroom, I tossed the couch blanket into the dryer to warm up for a few minutes. Then I fixed her breakfast and asked her if she wanted her hot water bottle. She said no. So I took one of Steve’s clean sweatsocks, poured in some uncooked rice, knotted it, and threw it in the microwave for about 30 seconds. Made a great heat pack even if it smelled a little like rice. Now I want some of my husband’s chicken teriyaki.
The rice socks retain heat for at least a half an hour. She said it was too hot, and she didn’t want it anyway. That’s okay, it felt fine to me and saved me from making one of my own! This kid routinely wants to wear miniskirts in the winter, so probably she really was okay in her flannel PJs.
The furnace guys can come out tomorrow morning to fix it. And we’ve got a kerosene heater that we can fire up to heat things up before bed, so at least we’ll have a better temperature to cool down from. I think we’re good for now. We may head out elsewhere later – or else just I may head out elsewhere later. My husband and my daughter are both hot-blooded Italians. I’m a WASP with chilly feet.
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