That’s it. I’m cutting myself off.
Two cups of coffee and I’m a jangly bag of nerves.
Turns out OCD, caffeine and cabin fever don’t mix. Who knew?
We’ll be stuck in the house for at least another 24 hours.
Hours that will be spent listening to and worrying about the loudest popping and creaking sounds this house has made in the almost 20 years we’ve lived here.
Is that a joist cracking? Seventy-year-old nails popping? Window frames warping? Subfloors bending? Hot-water heat pipes pinging, over-expanding under the strain of the boiler (the thank-God-it’s-a-brand-new-boiler, but still) running non-stop?
I am probably the only person caught in the polar vortex who could find so many things to worry about when I am safe and warm inside a house with heat, running water, internet access and hot soup.
If I were Charlie Brown, I’d be the Charlie Browniest.
Climate change is killing coffee, did you know that? So in another few years I might not be able to do this to myself even if I wanted to.
There’s always chocolate. Until there isn’t. Because climate change is screwing with cocoa beans, too, apparently.
Coffee I can do without, but chocolate? Are you kidding?
OK, I’m on a roll here! Let’s find more stuff to worry about!
That steam blowing by outside the window by my desk, from the stove hood fan vent? Is that adding to the icicles dangling from the new gutters? How much can the gutters take, before they give?
There is ice on the inside of the new-ish windows.
There has always been condensation on the windows, old and new, but the only time I have ever seen ice on the inside of the house (windows and wash basin, to be exact) was in my third floor “digs” in a drafty, uninsulated (I’m assuming the UK has advanced considerably since 1980 in the area of home insulation) Victorian town home in Oxford. I’m from Chicago, and up to and including today, I have never been colder indoors in my life than when I lived in England. Perfect storm of dampness, lack of insulation and a laughable appliance called an “electric fire,” which was about a quarter-inch thick piece of “al-you-min-ee-um”, about 17 by 24 inches with a too-wide loop of electric coil inside, that stood in front of an old coal-burning fireplace that had been half-heartedly stuffed up with newspaper, which didn’t stop its iron flap front from going “tink, tink, tink” all night when it was windy, and which heated a space approximately two inches around its surface, and no further. I slept with a shirt, flannel nightgown, scarf, hat and socks on, under a “duvet” filled with inadequate synthetic something or other and covered in damp cotton. GAAAA!
It was kind of charming when I could see my breath while (“whilst”) studying in the RadCam, but in my bedroom at night? Not so much.
My Mom, a former nurse, used to open the window in my bedroom in the winter, even in subzero temperatures. She was raised by Mainers (“Maine-uhs” a/k/a “ha-dee New England-uhs”) who allegedly put infants outside in the winter, wrapped in blankets in their baby buggies, for their naps, on the theory that “fresh ay-yuh is good for you, dee-yuh.” Sure, as long as you don’t get pneumonia or get eaten by a bear (hey but let’s hear it for the bear who kept that three-year-old kid company until he was rescued, uneaten and apparently pneumonia free).
The floors in my room were wood, not entirely covered by braided rugs. Awesome on bare feet on a winter morning with the window open. Builds character! That’s how we did it back in the day! “We’re getting soft, right?
But I digress. We’re worrying about here and now, OK?
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t use my functioning, recently chimney swept wood burning fireplace today, because opening the flue would allow a blast of arctic vortex to roar down the chimney and freeze us in our tracks.
Did you know in the 18th century there was a sea captain found frozen in his cabin at his desk, pen in hand? So it’s not like it couldn’t happen. Even though the story of the Octavius is now regarded as a myth. But still.
Through the kitchen window I can see two sets of animal tracks heading straight under the back deck.
I don’t begrudge the woodland creatures some shelter (temporary shelter) but please, let those tracks be from a rabbit, not a skunk (does the cold obliterate the smell?) or a raccoon or a possum. Or a coyote or a musky fox.
How long does it take to come down from two cups of coffee? Coffee which clearly causes excessive italicizing?
At least there are no chickens in the back yard anymore to tend to, in this weather. Or more accurately, if there were, frozen chickens to dispose of. So there’s that, anyway.
Still rattled. I’m going to have to go clean something. Vigorously.
Stay warm, and stay off the caffeine. Unless it comes encased in chocolate. For as long as that lasts.
Wishing you a warm, calm, creaking-popping-pinging and indoor-ice free day and night, I remain,
Your over-caffeinated, under-productive, anxious, italicizing,
7 thoughts on “Caffeine and Cabin Fever”
Blah. I left the milk carton outside for 15 min while dealing with coolers and a stupid Samsung fridge and it was frozen solid by the time I got it back inside. A large carton too.
How many more weeks of this?
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We’ll know when Punxsatawny Phil decides on February 2!😁☃
On Wed, Jan 30, 2019, 4:09 PM ridiculouswoman.com
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Here it’s some groundhog named Wiarton Willie or something… 🙂
I feel cold just reading this post. Thank god I live in FL (it’s about 60 here).
When I lived in England I would take a hot water bottle and lie down with it on my belly between layers of shirts. I was never warm or comfortable. I don’t miss that at all 🥶
Keep warm lovely.
Thanks! One more night and morning of this “character building” weather and I’m bundling up and getting the hell out if this house before I resort to polishing candlesticks or, God forbid, since we obviously WON’T be opening windows to get fresh ay-uh, painting a room. I like the hot water bottle under the shirt trick. I just couldn’t get any hot water in my attic room after dinner!!
Nice yo be in Florida I suppose but I hope you’re not right on a coast – whatever is causing the vortex and killing the coffee is likely to make the water rise, too! Stay dry!
On Wed, Jan 30, 2019, 8:15 PM ridiculouswoman.com
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I would hear the hot water in the kettle 😘
On Thu, Jan 31, 2019, 5:47 AM ridiculouswoman.com