Father’s Day, 2015, mid-afternoon;
kids are gone, I’m finishing up the last talking-head news show on the DVR, and
Maggie drops down in the oversized chair across from the sofa where I recline.
“Are you cool enough yet?” she
asks.
I look at her as if she has three
eyes. I sweat if I blink my eyes. The central air is running on high, the
ceiling fans are whirring away, and the single window unit in the boy’s room
next to me is humping out BTUs at 70-degrees Fahrenheit. I’m in shorts and a
sleeveless t-shirt, haven’t moved an inch for fear of generating a calorie of mechanical
heat, and she’s wrapped in her terrycloth mom robe and pulling on a pair of my white
calf-high athletic socks.
“You’re cold?”
“I wanted to dress nice for you
on Father’s Day but I’m freezing. Can we turn the air condition off?”
“Off? It’s June. Its 88-degrees
outside. Humidity is 55% and you’re cold.”
“Not cold. Freezing.”
“Maybe you should break out the
winter coats.”
I don’t get women. At night, in
bed, she’s cold, then hot, then cold. We still have the electric blanket on the
bed and she uses her side of it, on high, until she kicks it onto me. I can’t
keep up. Neither can Murphy. He gave up sleeping in the bed until after she
gets up in the morning. Then he climbs in with me. Great. He weighs more than
she does. Takes up more room too.
Am I the only one?
Best Regards,
DB
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