OK… So I’m a big fat liar.
Yesterday morning, after coffee and checking AS, I head outside to get something done… had to fasten the top button of my shirt, it was like only three degrees above freezing out there. The first thing I notice is a puddle under the little tractor… darn if one of the tires ain’t leaking fluid at the valve stem core. Thinking it might be loose, I slide under there to give it a tightening and it breaks… and now I’ve got calcium chloride solution on me. I get the leak slowed down with a metal valve stem cap, get the wheel off and pump out the fluid with my homemade (leaky) pump. Anyway, by the time I get a new tube installed and everything washed-up I’m wet over a third of my body. No sun, windy and barely in the 40’s by this time.
So I figure I’m wet already, might as well wash-up some of the storm windows and such. By the time I get that done the wife wants me to build a corn shock for fall decoration and harvest the pumpkins and gourds for the same reason. The garden was wet, and by the time I get all that done I’m pretty much wet from head to toe… it’s mid-afternoon, still no sun, still windy and the temp somewhere in the 50’s. I got’ta say, I was startin’ to get a bit chilly.
'Bout that time mom called, she and dad had just got back from the summer lake home. Mom asked if I’d run down and help dad unload some stuff. So I jump on the open golf cart and buzz down to their house… helped dad unload the ATV and a few other miscellaneous. That didn’t take long, but then he wanted to have a couple beers and kick the can around a little. So there we stood, down by the river sippin’ beer, me still mostly wet (calcium chloride never drys), and the temperature droppin’.
It was after dark when I came up the road on the golf cart, belly full of cold beer, wet, and more than a bit chilly. Spent a little time getting’ “stuff” picked up and put away and walked in the house. Well, after that cold(ish) night, morning and day with no sun it was only 62[sup]o[/sup] in the house… and now I was flat cold. A hot shower helped, but it wasn’t enough to get the down-deep chill from the bones…
I started a fire… and it weren’t no little one neither! Sat right next to the firebox for a couple hours.
Yeah, I know I said there wouldn't be a fire here until Halloween... and I don’t believe I’ve ever in my life had the fire goin’ in September… but a-guy’s-got’ta-do-what-a-guy’s-got’ta-do.