First Blanket Day, or maybe we should just call it Blanket Night? I’m talking about the night you first put a blanket on the bed. It should be one of those rotating holidays established by the mullahs or whatever that sit out and spot the new moon so muslims can eat. As an aside, how do normally sane and logical people accept these things? I’m including easter and all of the rest of the religions in this as well. Never mind, it is the ultimate conundrum, logic in some things, total fantasy in others, all happily (?) wrapped up in a human brain.
Moving along. Last night was Blanket Night here at Casa Ixchel. It’s a bit overdue this year, but perhaps appreciated more? Yesterday afternoon Mimi noted that she was chilly. gasp! I wasn’t because I was working, potting and moving stuff. A bit later though after working in the pond I realized I too was a bit cold. I don’t think the high yesterday made it into the 90°’s F and as I sit here today at 1pm it is a chilly 82° F. Ack! Winter is upon us and we haven’t put in the wood or bought heating oil or cleaned the ducts in the furnace or… oops… let’s not get carried away here.
I did take a long hot shower and put on my flannel pants and my wooly slippers though. Then I got the cotton blanket out and put it on the bed. A ritual is born.
In what may have been a sign from the almighty, we found a dead bat in the pool this morning. A symbol of the importance of the day.
Let’s all face the equator, make the sign of the bat and pretend to shiver… Blanket Night occurred on October 18th in 2009.
the omen
Try and not freeze to death there amigos!
I think tonight, October 19th, will be First Blanket Night here in Calderitas….should have been celebrated last night but we just shivered our way to dawn in a sort of unbelieving half sleep state. Now, I know that winter is here because an offer to Deborah to go swing in the hammock was rejected. “It’s too cold!”, she said. With some fleece or flannel, swing we will.
…..and a Happy First Blanket Night to all!
Last week I high-priestess’d over the Ritual Laying of the Flannel Sheets, wearing my ceremonial flannel pjs. And in the daytime, after work, I’m going down to the lake where we’re renovating a 1932 cottage that has no heat yet, but thank the fire gods – a fireplace. Dropping down to the low 80s…. I could only wish!
Not yet a blanket night for sleeping although the breeze is cool. Inside the house is still toasty – still sleeping in the natural state with just a sheet to cover the feet if they feel exposed. Even had the fan on low to keep the air circulating. But it was a blanket golf cart night – we headed out and I covered my legs with a throw blanket. Sure beats the oppressive heat we’ve had for the last few months.
jonna
thanks for the attempt at connecting me with kathe. sent an email to maricasa but… do you skype or aim?
connie
I’ve learned some things living in the desert. Although it’s not as hot and muggy as you folks get at 82 degrees in the house, I just can’t sleep. 81 – I’m a little miserable and can be fine depending on water intake. 80 or less, is all good.
Odd to think of that as blanket weather when for me it’s still sweltering.
Connie, not Skype -we’re Magic Jack – but you can email me at lou (the usual at sign) and then baddog dot com. I’ll send you Kathe’s email.
Mike, you’d adjust although you might have to loose some of the fur
Actually, it might be good insulation. I so wish to get you here to Merida where we have a much better kitchen (hint hint) and so many things I think you would enjoy.