November lulled us into a sense of false security, after a horribly cold
October. We relaxed in temperatures that were often twenty degrees
above normal, and forgot about getting those fall chores done.
In our old house, that means putting up 3M window film on the oldest,
draftiest windows. I have a love/hate relationship with the stuff. I love
that it makes the rooms feel warmer, while reducing my heating bill. I
hate that it makes me feel like I live in a mobile home. I love it when I
rip it off the windows on the first warm day in spring, it is a wonderful
spring rite. I made the mistake (only once) of tyring a less expensive
brand, and learned the hard way that 3M is the only one who can
produce the stuff.
Sure, I could replace my old drafty windows, and forego the whole process.
But have you seen how much windows cost? And there is a certain charm
to my ancient windows (at least, that is what I keep telling myself).
Another problem with the temperatures finally hitting more seasonable
marks, is that every mouse in the neighborhood has heard that our house
is an excellent haven. I don't know if they had a meeting, or how they let
each other know that 603 Hamline was the place to go. Clearly, there is
bet word got out that our cat Claude was now a limping nineteen year old
cat, and no longer a threat.
another last night. If you add those to the ones he caught in October, he is
approaching double digits. The cat has still got it. And when he chases
after those mice, you hardly notice his limp at all.