hands of ice
By Tara Zandra | December 7, 2012
I spend most of my life wishing I was warm. I live for July and August when many of my friends, and all of my family, are complaining about being hot. There is such a thing as too hot, but for me, that’s over a hundred degrees. Ninety is downright beautiful to me (I can picture V shuddering at the thought). As I wear a sweater in even 70 degree weather, you can imagine how I feel in winter.
Tonight’s picture is of a gingerbread man that hangs in my bathroom at Christmastime. That room is my salvation in winter as I counteract the constant shivering with baths. Immersing myself in scalding hot water is the third best physical feeling in the world to me. The rest of the time, I must just think warm thoughts.
Topics: Life, Dec. Photo Project |
December 9th, 2012 at 11:03 pm
Ninety! Ack! LOL
December 16th, 2012 at 12:53 am
I used to be that way before I got fat and old! LOL I was always cold, until about age 40. Now I get pre-menopausal hot flashes all the time, so damn hot I can’t stand it sometimes even in the middle of winter.