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24/11/13 21:26The problem with having grown up pretty well-off and not being quite so well-off as a young adult is that there's all sorts of little minor comforts that you never realize were there until you no longer have them.
The other day I had to shampoo myself with very, very cold shampoo, and I was thinking, "Rich people must have some solution to this problem. Surely there must be some kind of electric shampoo warmer in one of those ridiculous airline catalogs?"
And then I remembered: the rich people solution is to keep your house warm.
The heat in my apartment is extremely inconsistent. Perhaps to the point of violating the law; I may have to get a decent thermometer so I can check. This morning was pretty bad, but now I have a hot water bottle stuffed inside my shirt, which is okay.
The hot water is also not satisfactory during the wintertime. Mostly it comes on, eventually, but inevitably the water pressure will drop to nothing in the middle of a shower. Or it will take so long to get warm that by the time it starts getting warm you have two inches of cold water in the bottom of the tub, so you have to wait for that to drain out, and then start up the hot water again.
I went to see Thor on Saturday and got blasted with high winds and wintry mix as I was walking back to the station. I was not really okay with what was happening to my face.
My coworkers have been teasing me for showing up to work in a short wool tweed blazer. I say it's because I'm Canadian. But actually I'm not at all ready for it to be winter yet. (Tomorrow, I will break out the real coat.)
The other day I had to shampoo myself with very, very cold shampoo, and I was thinking, "Rich people must have some solution to this problem. Surely there must be some kind of electric shampoo warmer in one of those ridiculous airline catalogs?"
And then I remembered: the rich people solution is to keep your house warm.
The heat in my apartment is extremely inconsistent. Perhaps to the point of violating the law; I may have to get a decent thermometer so I can check. This morning was pretty bad, but now I have a hot water bottle stuffed inside my shirt, which is okay.
The hot water is also not satisfactory during the wintertime. Mostly it comes on, eventually, but inevitably the water pressure will drop to nothing in the middle of a shower. Or it will take so long to get warm that by the time it starts getting warm you have two inches of cold water in the bottom of the tub, so you have to wait for that to drain out, and then start up the hot water again.
I went to see Thor on Saturday and got blasted with high winds and wintry mix as I was walking back to the station. I was not really okay with what was happening to my face.
My coworkers have been teasing me for showing up to work in a short wool tweed blazer. I say it's because I'm Canadian. But actually I'm not at all ready for it to be winter yet. (Tomorrow, I will break out the real coat.)