The temps have not gotten above freezing at night recently. The days were in the high 20s, and once you factored in the wind chill, in the teens. Bundled up in a drafty farm house, I've felt a little like A Christmas Story's Randy: "I can't put my arms down!" And I look about as cute.
Today is a heat wave of up to 36 degrees, so I'm managing with a tank, silk layers, blue jeans, a fleece sweater, and sheep-skin boots. Inside. When I go out, I add a cashmere scarf, a wool hat, and a long duster. Oh, and the matching bronze opera length gloves. In my defense, there is also some wind today.
This winter has been bloody cold so far. Even the squirrels have fat rolls! Yesterday, the Husband went to check on the girls in the morning (23 degrees, thank you!), and we found their water frozen solid. Oops. We purchased a heated chicken water reservoir. This required extensive rewiring and re-arranging of the coop. (But you know what? It is worth it. LEIA LAID AN EGG!!) And don't try to lecture me on it technically still being autumn. I will throw some ice chunks at you. Because we have ice. Lots of ice.
|Ice from the chicken water dish.|
Oh, and my cute bronze leather gloves!
|Iced frog pond with heater.|
I saw a bird land on the heater
to drink the unfrozen water
at its edge.
|The big pond with ice. Small break at bottom left.|
So, you are probably wondering why I don't just turn up the heat. Our heating runs on propane. That means, every so often, a huge truck comes and fills a 500 gallon tank, and we pay about a billion dollars for that. So, we keep the house around 60 or so during the day, and around 55 at night. What do I do? I hang around in the part of the house that has radiant heat in the floor, or I just put on extra layers and force myself to get quite energetic if I want to take them off. I vacuumed the whole house Saturday morning, and I was free of layers for an entire two hours!
And bed time? Ha! I wear my thermal pajamas and then crawl into a bed with flannel sheets, a comforter, a thick fuzzy blanket, and a velvety/fleecy blanket over me.
Now, I do own a very useful garment called the Couch Potato. It is basically a very thick fleece sack with long sleeves and little elastic bands at the bottom for my feet to stick out of. It zips from the high collar down to about my knees. It isn't really attractive. I look like a waddling amoeba in purple. I mention this because I have been resisting it so far. I keep thinking I can get by with lots of layers over my lined jeans. But I know it is coming. And I am thankful to have it in reserve.
Just wait 'til I have to pull out the Dog. But that is another post altogether.