My dears, the old geezer knows it is April, me diary says so. Point of face, in but a few days it will be May. The old geezer had been warned by folks who have lived in Reno since they planted dirt, that April could be COLD. Too right...
This morn, whilst having a cuppa with me house mate, I commented on how cold the house seemed. Paul checked the fancy temperature gauge in the living room and told it was 33 degrees outside and but 65 degrees inside.
Pardon my French, but that is bleeden cold. So cold is the old geezer that he sits at machine wrapped in a blanket, with a jumper on AND a vest on top of that. Me fingers feel numb. Or is MOI having a stroke?
Back in February, when Alan arrived from Chicago, he commented on the temperature in the house. MOI told that one must do one's bit and keep the fuel bill down. The furnace is set very low and one can always put a jumper on if cold. That was then and this is now.
The weather has been quite lovely of late, and the rumour is that the cold front is moving on and the weather for the week-end is to be lovely again. One can hardly wait.
Truth be told, the old geezer has always found it hard to waste cash on heating. Why should the electric company or fuel company get rich on me dime?
Reminds MOI of living in Hilo and sailing forth in the wee hours of the mrn to have a cuppa in only a t-shirt and shorts. Having folks tell how cold they were, and the temperature was well past 60.
If only I make it through the day...
