The weather has changed in the past week or so. It’s still fairly sunny, but the temperature has definitely dropped. It’s too cool at night to go out with just a thin sweater. Sandals are becoming a dicey proposition during the day. Tank tops and shorts are no longer appropriate apparel.
It’s really autumn. I hate to admit it, and the leaves haven’t really started to change colour and fall yet, but it is really autumn.
I’ve been trying to hold out as long as I can before turning up the furnace, though. My TV room is in my basement, and it’s always just a bit cool down there, so I have a small oil space heater. I turned that on the other day, to a very low temperature, just to take the chill off. But my furnace, no. Not yet. When I do turn it up, that means that it’s practically winter. Time for ski jackets and thick gloves and scarves. And, because this is the Wet Coast of Canada, it’s also serious umbrella time. That, I’m hoping to stave off.
So I’ve been bundling up a little in the house for several days now. I’m now wearing socks more often than not, as well as long-sleeved tops. I’ve been known to pull on a sweater in the evenings. But I won’t turn up the furnace until I absolutely have to. Like when there are icicles dripping from my nose, maybe.
Now, Darling Daughter spends much time in her office upstairs. This is because she is usually studying and doing homework (Did I ever tell you that she decided to head back in school, even though she’s a recent university graduate? She’s now taking a two-year professional writing course, with the ultimate goal of someday getting a job that entails using her writing talents – but NOT journalism, no way, says she! Actually, I think my offspring just likes being a student. But anyway…)
So DD was up in her office late yesterday afternoon, working away – I think. She could be simply texting her friends or downloading porn for all I know (I don’t keep that close a watch on her, after all!), but suddenly she came downstairs, shivering. I was starting to make dinner. She came up to me and snuggled in for a hug.
“I’m so c-c-cold!” she moaned. “Can’t we turn the furnace on? Please?”
She was all wrapped up in several sweaters, so I couldn’t just tell her to put on another one. I don’t think she even has any more sweaters. So I went over to the thermostat to check the temperature reading.
It was below 20 degrees Celsius, maybe 17 or so. That was too cold, for sure. I was about to give in and turn the thermostat up – then I stopped.
“Hey DD,” I said. “You know there’s electric heat in all the bedrooms, right? You know you can control your own heat up there, right? You know if I turn up the furnace that it’ll only heat down here and not upstairs, right?”
DD looked at me blankly for a second.
“Right,” she murmured.
She turned and went back upstairs, as silent as could be.
I hope she got warm eventually.