Necessity and Cold, The Mother of Invention

 People do laugh with and at me when I talk about being cold. I have always had a very low tolerance for cool temperatures. I remember days as a teenager wrapped in a blanket and sitting over the heat vent like a puppy trying to get warm. Heat in the car always on high. Finding somewhere in the sun like one of the stray cats, seeking a warm spot to sit. I try to stay warm because should I get cold, it does take a while to get warm again.

I loved going to football games in high school because of all the reasons one loves to go to high school football games. I hated going to high school football games because I would get so cold as the game wore on. It tends to lose its fun when you are sitting there trembling hard enough to register on the Richter scale. I guess its a good thing I didn’t make the cheer leading squad. Well, okay, so I quit within the first few meetings because the cheerleader who was doing the teaching wasn’t impressed with my lack of ability or maybe enthusiasm. I never was the most athletically inclined anyway. 

I do realize that living in this area of North Carolina, Winters tend to be relatively mild. Especially when you compare them to places like North Dakota or even further north into Canada. I also know that when you live in an area, you become acclimated to the weather and temperatures there. Although I’m still unsure of how one could live anywhere that you need to plug up your car to keep it from freezing. Be all that as it may, I know that the temperature here hasn’t really dropped below freezing that many times this Winter. That doesn’t matter to me. For me, if and when the temperature falls below 70 degrees Fahrenheit or 21.1111 (not sure about all the ones) Celsius I…get…cold. Really, really, seriously, find my thermals cold.

 I do not like to get cold. I’ve had long debates with people who are the opposite and would much rather deal with cooler temperatures. They make the comment they can always layer on more clothing. Which is true, I am an expert at layering on of clothing. I have also figured out how to layer blankets on my bed to where not only am I warm, but I didn’t have to purchase an expensive weighted blanket. I do have to pretty much decide early on which position I will be sleeping in for the night as movement is a little restricted.

 I do not like to get cold due to the fact that I feel the cold all the way down to the bone. It feels as if every muscles suddenly loses all movement and flexibility. Standing up from a sitting position is difficult. The pain that comes along with that is very real. I prefer not to hurt, so I do all I can to refrain from getting cold.

All of that, to bring up up to this. The Mother of Invention.

Recently we managed to break the top window in the storm door to this room. We debated on how to go about replacing that window, especially since the door is old and maybe even an odd size. Days passed with no answer other than keep the main door closed.  I felt a bit like a politician, discussing a plan only to not find a resolution.

 Due to a mild case of claustrophobia, I love having that door open. It lets light in, I can see out, balance. The fact that the cold was still seeping in around the main door didn’t help. I did begin opening the blinds to let in the light and all, but I still wanted the window replaced. 

Out in my backyard there was an old storm door. I don’t recall where it came from or how long it had been out there. Going by sight, I believed the window in that door would work. My son then began to remove the screws holding the window in place. One refused to budge. We tried various screwdrivers, tips that had been shared online, soaking it in sprays meant to loosen rust, only for nothing to work. There was another door inside my storage building. We went to try that door only to fight with more screws that were happy where they were. In the end, we walked away without a window and a door with a very large opening. 

A couple days passed, with that issue running through my mind like a computer with a program running in the background. I knew the screw that wouldn’t budge was beginning to round out. One suggestion was to find a screwdriver that was slightly larger than it called for. Which I managed to find, only without the needed oomph to get it to move, I was still no better than before. My son hearing me walking in the leaves went around and managed to get the screw to finally move using the larger tool. We proudly carried that glass around and went to put it in the door. It was too small. No matter how you looked at it or which way you turned it, the glass was too small.

Taking a measuring tape I checked the size of the too small glass, and went to measure the window in the door. Yes, yes, I should have measured the door. The glass in the other door was larger. After a little effort, we managed to get that glass out and down to the house. That glass was too large.

Feel as if you are in a child’s fable yet?

 My son goes online to check prices of doors. What came up had him rethinking that idea quickly. He mentioned putting a screen in the opening. I wasn’t opposed to the idea but I asked if the glass in the bottom of the door would slide up to the top? Then we could cover the screen at the bottom with a sheet of plastic for now. I love the looks I get when I have a good idea.

Together we managed to wrangle a window that hadn’t moved in who knows how long from the bottom to the top of the door and secured in place. Finding plastic that is not clear, but will work, we duct taped that in place. I knew those skills learned years ago would be useful. It isn’t perfect.It does look a bit like redneck engineering, but it works. Working is what counts.

I really doubt I will be able to open that door on really cold days, but I’m adjusting to opening the blinds and going with that. Still, I’m really proud of our teamwork. I’m also very thankful for a son who doesn’t immediately dismiss my ideas, even though he may improve on them from time to time. It is after all, nothing new to improve on things.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to Necessity and Cold, The Mother of Invention

  1. Irene Melgoza says:

    I prefer cold days over hot ones. 🙂

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