This past week, I had the privilege of doing a little work
outside—repairing a fence and a few other small jobs. It wasn’t that much work
actually, and took only about two and a half hours.
The temperature was barely above freezing and although I
really despise the cold weather, it didn’t seem that bad outside. In fact, I
even took my coat off about a half an hour into the job because I was getting a
little warm. Maybe because I was working!
On my way home, I drove past some construction workers. They
were all standing around, hands in their pockets, hooded sweatshirts on, and
shivering—like it was cold or something.
A minute or two later, I passed some city workers. Same
story. Standing there doing nothing, all bundled up and shivering.
Me, I still hadn’t put my coat back on and was driving with
my window down.
I considered stopping to let them know that if they actually
did some work they might not be so cold. But I figured they didn’t really care
what I had to say. So, I kept driving.
But when I stopped at the gas station and the guy pumping
gas asked how I could be running around with no coat and a short-sleeved shirt,
I couldn’t resist.
“Been working,” I told him.
“Me too,” he said.
Well not hard enough or you wouldn’t be cold! I thought it
but didn’t say it. No, not because I’m thoughtful really. I normally say
whatever comes to mind. But the reason I didn’t say it is because usually I’m
the guy shivering in the cold. So, I know how it feels.
At least that’s part of the reason.
The rest of the story, as Paul Harvey used to say, is
because of my wife. Not that she’s a cold-blooded killer. Or cold-hearted. She
just likes the temperature cold. Really cold. She’s been known to run the air
conditioner in our house in December. And January. And this happens frequently!
Rarely, is the temperature in my house at a livable level and I wear a coat
inside nearly all winter. (In fact, I’m wearing my coat as I type this).
Because apparently, my wife thinks the house should be kept suitable for a
polar bear habitat.
So, I know from experience that once a guy gets cold, it’s
hard to warm up. Especially if you have a wife like mine. And now that I’ve
finished with this post, I’m going to go turn up the heat. ’Cause I’m cold! ~
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