After several days without electricity, like those following our recent snowstorm, your mind may begin seeing common objects in new ways. Many times I’ve complained that my dark-colored car gets too hot during the summer, but last Friday I realized this could play to my advantage, so I pulled my car out of the garage and parked it broadside to the sun.
Although it was only about 45 degrees F out, it was sunny and by the time I’d finished my chores in the house, the car was hot! I opened its windows a few inches and left my box of supplies, which included a candy cane ripple in progress, back in the cargo area.
My second load included Emily, the cat, who I mistakenly thought would also enjoy some sun-baked hours. Maybe she identified the car with trips to the vet. Whatever the reason, she made it clear that she was not thrilled to be there. I hoped that she would soon realize that we were not going to the vet or anywhere else, that I was relaxed, sitting on a familiar grey wool afghan and that she could relax with me. She refused to settle and continued wandering around the car crying until I gave in and took her back in the house. As soon as her feet hit the floor she loudly and incessantly berated me! I think she was telling me what a ridiculous idea taking her out to the car had been and that she certainly hoped I understood that I should never, ever, do such a thing to her again!!
In sharp contrast, I completely enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in my sun-warmed
car crochet salon. It was marvelous to be thoroughly warmed. I sat crocheting, barefoot in sweatpants and a short-sleeved tee-shirt, and soon had to open the windows a few more inches. Sometimes I even opened a door a crack. It wasn’t a trip to the tropics, to be sure, but it felt so good, all the same!
I leisurely read the day’s newspaper and saw that our town had moved another notch upward on the Power Outage Map. We started out on Sunday as black, or nearly 100% off, and moved through dark purple, then brown. By Friday we had reached orange! Our house was not anymore well-lit than before, but it felt like some progress was being made, which I suppose was the point of the daily updated map.
At the first notice of a cooling trend I closed all the windows and began to slowly replace my insulating layers, starting with two pairs of socks and wool leg-warmers. (the ones I mentioned in an early post – made from the cabled sleeves of a thrift store sweater) I’m sorry I wasn’t wearing a colorful pair of hand-knit socks!
I continued to crochet in the waning sun. At some point I realized the grey wool blanket that had gone unappreciated by Emily would be very warm!
By this time the candy cane ripple was large enough to become another warm layer.
I stayed until my nose began to chill, making it obvious that my solar-heated salon was closing for the day. It was time to go. sigh.