When I first started posting my blog, I made a few mistakes. This was posted originally (mistakenly) on 2/28:
No brag. Just fact.
I’m one of those people who others want to cuddle up to in bed because I am better than an electric blanket. I am also one of the people that other people don’t want to cuddle with because I am too hot. Even my two “sons” Bruiser and Murphy, can only sidle up to me for ten-minute intervals before climbing down to floor level and the cool Spanish tile. Speaking of electric blankets, my first stay in Ohio saw me going from room to room Have Blanket Will Travel. One cool thing about living there is fireplaces. Yeah, there are fireplaces here in Arizona, but it’s like Christmas in the Desert. I mean yes, there is a certain western charm to stringing lights on a Sahuaro cactus but stoking our fireplaces in 70-degree weather is just a waste of wood. (Don’t get me started about trees).
It might be a little less severe where we are thinking of moving to (southern Ohio as opposed to northern Ohio), but I am already bracing myself for the move. Plans are being held up as we prepare to sell our house due to the whole vaccination logjam we are facing in Arizona. As soon as Karen and I are both vaccinated with both doses and as soon as we are convinced that the area we are moving to is safe, we will go. This will entail us selling our two small cars and getting an SUV. Not so we are comfortable or anything that sensible. So Bruiser and Murphy have enough room to sprawl out. Besides, I can’t drive a clutch anymore.
The other side of cold is one of the most frightening I can imagine. Freezing to death. From what I have read and heard, it is a matter of going to sleep and not waking up. It sounds like a rather benign departure, but if you are like me and hate the cold, it sounds like a horrible denouement. I know its not, but it reeks of giving up.
Life is definitely worth fighting for. I feel I have been blessed to have lived 66 years so far, and I’ve taken some shots, but I am gonna be a tough out when I leave.
I understand, at least I think I understand, when people get caught in severe weather and succumb to the elements. What I DON’T understand is people going to sleep and not waking up because they could not afford to live on this planet and pay for their gas, grocery, or electric bill.
That is total bullshit.
In this country? WTF?
It is my less-than-humble opinion that deaths due to freezing (in urban settings) are like deaths due to drowning in backyard pools.
Heartbreaking and 100% preventable.
It’s one thing for me to wake up, fill a bowl, and ponder the forces of the universe, but its another thing entirely to entertain thoughts that we live in a day and age where the basic necessities of life are being denied to other human beings. In America. Buzzkill.
Here is the next installment of my book Emotions: Not your Mama’s ABC’s!