Monday, January 16, 2012
Yesterday morning, when I checked the temperature, it read -11F. Cold? I'll say, but it wasn't freezing inside. Although peeking out my office window at 6:30 AM, you'd probably think it was. I was up early loading the birdfeeders and was off for a spin to enjoy a morning coffee in the city. In my other life, our Stevens Avenue house had pretty big bedrooms, and on winter mornings, they were quite cold. Right up till high school, the night before I put my clothes on a chair next to my bed, and believe it or not I dressed in bed, from head to foot. By the time I got down to the kitchen for that hot oatmeal breakfast, it was toasty warm thanks to Dad and a glowing wood stove. Yesterday morning, if I closed my eyes tight, I could have been back upstairs at 820 Stevens real easily.