October 27, 2005

• Five Layers

  I was awakened by something
  weird this morning at 3:33.  I’m not complaining because the same
  weird thing that woke me gave me an answer to the question I fell
  asleep contemplating last night.  I’m working on a new FAQ for KaiOaty. 
  It’s about Light Work.  I’m thinking of titling it, “So you wanna
  be a Light Worker….”  I know what needs to be said there, but
  I’ve been having a really hard time putting it into words.  Maybe
  I need to get over the idea that a FAQ must be longer than just two
  words.  Really, “Wake up!” should do it, I think.  I’m
  kidding, of course.  Anyone for whom such a simple answer would
  make sufficient sense wouldn’t be asking the question anyway. 
  Never mind, I’ll work it all out.

  *giggle*  As I was typing that,
  “Never mind…” I was vocalizing and my voice sounded like Marvin the
  Paranoid Android from the old BBC Hitchhiker’s Guide series.  Do
  you talk to yourself at the keyboard?

  When I rolled out of bed today at 3:33, I slipped into my wooly fleecy
  sheepskin slippers.  Before long, I realized that my feet were
  cold.  I checked the thermometer:  6.6 F.  Above zero
  outside, but cold enough, and below fifty in the house.  I went
  back to my closet and dug out some winter footgear.  Now I’m
  wearing my insulated panda sox, inside my pink and white polar fleece
  booties with the traction-dotted soles, inside the green polar fleece
  liners inside the down-filled blue booties with non-slip soles. 
  Counting the down as a layer, that’s at least five layers, and even
  more on the bottom where a couple of extra soles are stuck on the
  outside and a pair of felt innersoles are tucked inside.

  My feet are warm now, but there’s a draft whistling around my bare
  ankles.  I’ll have to take off all the shoes to put on some long
  johns and jeans.  Unnnngg.  No point in putting it off… be
  right back.

  …there!  That didn’t take as long as I anticipated.  I
  opted out of the long johns and jeans and went for an old pair of polar
  fleece pants that I could slip on over the footwear.  They used to
  fit me when I was about 80 pounds heavier, and the elastic cuffs fit
  down over the tops of my booties..  In these pants over the
  sweatpants I slept in last night, and with the bulky shirts-over-shirts
  look that I’m sporting today, from the neck down nobody would ever know
  I’d lost all that weight.  But I’m warm. (and I’ve got a skinny
  face)

   I have been feeding wood into the stove and encouraging the fire and I have it up to 57 degrees in here now.
  

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