Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Being cold

 

I probably told you this already--but I'm always cold.

I think it's because I grew up in an apartment in Anawalt, West Virginia that had a coal stove in the living room, but no heat anywhere else.

It was over a grocery store, so the floor was warm until the store went out of business and our apartment got colder.

Our bathroom had only a small electric heater. Cold there too!

The year I went off the college my parents moved to Princeton, WV and bought a house with central heat.

Ask me if I've forgiven them....

So, my chill factor is from childhood.

I have a heater beside me as I write this and one by my side of the bed.

But chill follows me wherever I go....

 

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.