Looks like I might be doing this more often for the next month or two. And y’know, in the summer it’s really no big deal. But in winter I always tend to get a bit … hermittier.
As the season progresses, what was a really cold day a month ago is now just a day and rather than go to the effort and mess and expense of warming the place it’s just easier to layer up and adapt. I mean, the Lair’s plumbing still works and I want it to keep doing that so this mustn’t be taken to extremes. High thirties, minimum. But except for that, yeah.
Trouble is, things get kinda ripe under those layers. In the winter of ’08, which was the worst in terms of poor preparation, I used to say I wasn’t worried about stink, I was worried about rashes.
Things are a little more civilized than that now, but the principle remains: There’s nobody around to smell me except the boys, and they don’t mind.
And then of course there’s the small matter of my line of work…
If it isn’t horseshit, it’s chickenshit. Every day, it’s dogshit. I go through a lot of hand soap, but the expression ‘fecal matter’ doesn’t upset me, okay?
Why am I sharing this delightful topic with you? Well, early tomorrow morning (This is Thursday I’m writing this) I have to go to the big town fifty miles away for something called a ‘cataract evaluation,’ hopefully preparatory to finally getting the damn thing fixed. Which means I have to let a civilized stranger uncomfortably close to me. (You have your comfort zone and I have mine, which stretches for yards and involves firearms.) And I smell like a guy who hasn’t bathed or even disrobed in over a week. Because that’s what I am.
Uncle Joel needs a bath. In summer, stripping down and bathing from the hose or at the sink is a simple, pleasant daily matter. In winter, I have to stoke the fire for a couple of hours first. Heat lots of water on the stove. Then strip out of maybe four layers. By now I’ve adapted to where I don’t mind the cold that much. I bitch about it, sure, but I am from Michigan. I’ve been cold. Naked and wet in the cold is still a problem.
And I’m always amused by what a big production it turns into, that’s all.