The Camp-In Continues

My friend Joe Coffey recently explained he and his fine fam sometimes delay turning on their furnace at home until December with a little help from frequent laundry ops, cooking dinner in the kitchen for the family and sometimes a little fire in the flaming place and flaming in the fireplace. With only myself to account for, with laundry engaged in the basement once every two weeks or so and most cooking in this house accomplished by pressing a few buttons in the microwave in the counter corner, I have been inspired by Joe and other good people to continue my adventure sans engaged furnace.
No quitting at the stroke of 12 (th month-wise). The more evenings under layers, the more it becomes routine. The adventure continues.
-
Even so, I am cutting back on my reading because I will not wear my gloves in the house, and besides, it would be hard to turn the pages. So it’s either videos or PBS on the “tube.” Since I took all my aviation videos out to AeroKnow Museum at the airport (fully equipped with WARM), I’m down to regular war videos — The Longest Day, Patton, which I’ve already watched again since getting a TV from my friend Warren Stiska – and things like Amadeus and Altered States and Ghost, which I don’t care to watch in my current state of (troubled) mind, and comedies including Caddy Shack and Blazing Saddles which I’ve viewed in the last few weeks. Watching the latter two more than once a month is not an option. With the way Gerry Groebel is mixing fund rasing 1.5 hour programming erratically into what used to be a dependable schedule, watched and savored almost nightly, I’m g’wine to have to look for some more videos to occupy my time until April because these days, if they’re not holding a dinner plate and a fork, as I watch a video or silent PBS (volume set to MUTE most of the time as I eat) my hands are between my trousered thighs or under my sweat-shirted and leather-jacketed arm pits to maintain circulation in the fingers.
-
Things are better than they feel. When I arose from my chair this morning at 5:40 to head out to the museum, there was no hint of frozen water pipes in the kitchen where I brushed my teeth. I guess I’m warmer than I appreciate. At any rate, I am determined to continue this adventure.
-
I was especially adventurous Thursday night, just black enough of (troubled) mind to watch my video of Fargo, an incredibly classy flick, one of the last I first saw in a theater.  (You must have seen this movie to understand the punch line heading your way in the penultimate line in this post.) I can’t say too many good things about it. Nuances appear like sheep and Volkswagen shapes in summer cumulus clouds, always something I didn’t catch before. It’s familiarity that breeds conTENT; not to be CONfused with CONtent. After it ended, I reaped an unexpected dividend.
-
I didn’t feel quite so cold.
-
Live long . . . . . . and proper.