Sunday afternoon, the Mrs. and I were sitting out on the front porch (something I seldom do) enjoying the wonderful temperature (around 80) and a cool, refreshing breeze. I had just finished “tweaking” the security door I’d installed a few weeks ago and she had been trimming some of the plants along the side yard … what little side yard we have.
The neighbors stopped to exchange small talk. Our porch time was short-lived. The Mrs. said, “It’s just cold out here!” and went inside.
What I don’t understand is how she can be cold when it’s 80 degrees but every night she opens the bedroom windows and keeps a fan blowing all night long … dropping temperatures in the room to the upper 50′s / low 60′s and she’s very comfortable while I can’t get enough cover on me.
Eighty degrees and a nice breeze causes her blood to all but crystallize. But sleeping in a room so cold you could slaughter pigs is just right.
It doesn’t make sense to this testosterone-poisoned mind.
Sense? You want it to make sense? Night in the box!
Just be glad you don’t have this person’s problem:
http://www.wsbtv.com/technology/24521782/detail.html
Peace.
[You call that a problem? I'm wanting a resonator five string dobro banjo and haven't the $$ to even think about it. Now THAT's a problem!]
You and my husband could trade stories about not enough covers, but I definitely don’t like the 80 degree temps and up. Ugh.
[Low 80s is not bad if the humidity is low and there is a breeze.]
so? what makes you think it should make sense?
[I don't know what I was thinking. (Picture me with head bowed in shame.)]
Eighty degrees with a breeze and she thinks it’s COLD?! You ARE in trouble, Greg.
I think my body’s thermostat is permanently disengaged because I stay too warm about 75% of the time. That’s a real problem here in the tropical south. But, I manage. We do, however, turn our A/C down at night to sleep cool. Not as cool as Janice, I don’t think, but cool.
Funny.
Dee
[Her nickname at Long Beach was "Nanook." I call her my ever-frigid wife.]
Maybe lying next to you makes the outside night temp a necessity?
["Maybe" is the operative word here. Maybe years ago. Maybe.]
Oooooh, you’ll get the cold treatment for sure, for that remark to Dee! Use another word…not the f word!
[An on-going joke with us. No cold treatment for that. I think. I hope.]
You will NEVER make sense of it, I’m pretty sure it’s a universal thing. It happens in our house too. It was still almost 100 outside around 8pm last night and the AC was set at 77, very comfortable and the ceiling fan was on in the living room where we were sitting. I was covered up and Larry just looked at me in bewilderment, shook his head and grinned at me.
I just grinned back like it was perfectly normal and snuggled up under my blanket.
[As a wise philosopher once said on Newhart (it was Larry), "Women. You can't live without 'em and you can't put 'em in a sack."]
The change is all I can say.
[Did you ever see the "All in the Family" episode where Archie found out Edith was going through "the change." He is so frustrated with her mood swings, he looks at his watch and tells her in a demanding voice, "Okay you've got five minutes to change!" I thought we were through this process but apparently it takes years. Does it ever end?]
I really have nothing to offer here. Except for a spare room. C’mon over if you need a place of refuge. I’ll supply the resonator banjo.
[Thanks for the offer but I don't think I could be trusted around the banjo. You might find it and me missing one morning.]
As you know, my wife also is temperature challenged. Why is it that in the winter 73 degrees is practically a furnace, while in the summer that same 73 degrees is darn near an arctic blast? Is it an aversion to the air conditioning or forced heating that I paid big bucks to have installed, or is it a “woman” thing?
[My guess would be it's a "woman" thing, but then who am I to say?]
Just as this blog entry is entitled, “I Don’t Understand” may I also entitle this comment, “I Don’t Understand”???????? The mind chemistry required for an analogy between a cold temp in the bedroom and pig slaughtering is unusual to say the least.
[You California girl ... it's a southern thing. In the south, pigs are usually only slaughtered in the winter on a COLD day.]
Mary, obviously you are not familiar with the well known Southern expression, “It’s the stuck pig that hollers!”
[It's very gratifying to know that you got at least SOMETHING from one of my sermons. Certainly not the main point of the lesson, but you were listening ... and will NEVER let me forget that ill-chosen illustration.]
Yes, I’ve seen that episode-One of my favorites! The change does take years and it stinks! I started at 39! I can relate to your Mrs. I sleep with a blanket and the fan.:)
Well, well, well. Glad to be in the know now.