Rounding Third: Always finding ways to keep warm
The mild winter changed course this week. As I write this, today is arctic cold outside. My jammies are warm, I’m staying home, and I’m keeping them on. The edges of the rooms feel chilly, Being cold inside the house takes me back to childhood. My trip down memory lane is an icy trek. I can still picture myself around age 9 or 10 sitting with my back grooved into the tepid corner radiator in our dining room. Mittens often straddled the top, boots slid underneath, both attempts at preheating. I always wore a heavy sweater in the house and Mom bought me slipper socks which I wore ...