Times to turn on the furnace
Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberWhen you think, Oh, I should pull my hair back so I can get some work done, no, wait, if I do that my neck will freeze.
...
I love gaming over at Mike and Damian's place. Their philosophy is that they work so that they have money so that they can live in comfort at 75 degrees all the time. I would have a similar philosophy, but gas & electric is one of the bills Silent E pays, so I feel a bit guilty about always being the one turning on the heat.
Also, this place, though wonderful, is basically a crate on stilts. When the wind booms past, even with every window closed I can feel the breeze. I wish I owned it. The very first step I'd take would be to rip out all the windows and get something non-insane in. Sign the final house papers, wave in the contractors...
Still, it's better than our previous place, a gorgeous storybook style house just off the Berkeley campus, with a 25 foot peaked ceiling in the main room and a huge fireplace without a damper. It was, in fact, colder inside the house than outside, because the pressure of freezing air (from high above the warmer ground-air) coming down the chimney drove out more equilibrated air, and any air that might be warmer than the air 40' up in the sky was 20' above our heads.
We each had electric heaters in our rooms, and venturing out to watch TV or use the kitchen was like visiting Mars. It reminded me of a science fiction short story I read years ago set in a time after the Earth had been pulled into interstellar space by a rogue dark star, about a family that was surviving in a room surrounded by acres of insulation who had to venture out every few hours to get a bucket of oxygen.
I don't know what I'm going to be doing this fall when E goes off to library school. Move to another state so we don't have to sort out our commingled libraries? Move to the South Bay and take the hit in gas mileage that'll come from not driving 100 highway miles for gaming every weekend? Move to a small place hereabouts that I can keep at 75 degrees all day long? Eh.
...
I love gaming over at Mike and Damian's place. Their philosophy is that they work so that they have money so that they can live in comfort at 75 degrees all the time. I would have a similar philosophy, but gas & electric is one of the bills Silent E pays, so I feel a bit guilty about always being the one turning on the heat.
Also, this place, though wonderful, is basically a crate on stilts. When the wind booms past, even with every window closed I can feel the breeze. I wish I owned it. The very first step I'd take would be to rip out all the windows and get something non-insane in. Sign the final house papers, wave in the contractors...
Still, it's better than our previous place, a gorgeous storybook style house just off the Berkeley campus, with a 25 foot peaked ceiling in the main room and a huge fireplace without a damper. It was, in fact, colder inside the house than outside, because the pressure of freezing air (from high above the warmer ground-air) coming down the chimney drove out more equilibrated air, and any air that might be warmer than the air 40' up in the sky was 20' above our heads.
We each had electric heaters in our rooms, and venturing out to watch TV or use the kitchen was like visiting Mars. It reminded me of a science fiction short story I read years ago set in a time after the Earth had been pulled into interstellar space by a rogue dark star, about a family that was surviving in a room surrounded by acres of insulation who had to venture out every few hours to get a bucket of oxygen.
I don't know what I'm going to be doing this fall when E goes off to library school. Move to another state so we don't have to sort out our commingled libraries? Move to the South Bay and take the hit in gas mileage that'll come from not driving 100 highway miles for gaming every weekend? Move to a small place hereabouts that I can keep at 75 degrees all day long? Eh.
no subject
Date: 2005-03-24 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-24 10:38 pm (UTC);)