And it was. This morning that is. It was something like 42 when I got up this morning, which was later than I wanted to get up because it was so gol darn COLD! Thank you for hot showers! And polartech. And blankets. To wrap your legs up in, don’tcha know. I telecommuted all morning and I froze my you-know-what all morning and yes, I had the gas stove going. About 10 minutes before I was scheduled to meet up with The Commander and The Beautiful Jan for Monday Lunch at Penny’s Kitchen, I walked outside… It was MUCH warmer outside than in. That is a scenario I am very familiar with here at the moominbeach. Anyway…

At lunch, we were reminiscing about some old times and I have to say, electric blankets are dangerous. Do y’all remember electric blankets? Do they make them any more? They are blankets with waaaarrrs inside them. You can feel the waaaarrrs. They were the hot thing here at the moominbeach when I was a beach urchin. (Hee hee hee, “hot thing”. Did KW actually make a pun?) Anyway, it gets darn cold here on the shores of Gitchee Gumee in the summertime and, at least for a while, some of the Fin Family G2 generation thought they were the cat’s pajamas.

Until… I don’t remember what year it was but I was a teenager, so it was late 60s or early 70s. The Jurassic Age in any case. One morning all of us at the moomincabin got up and we looked over at the Old Cabin (it’s the cabin in the photooo but it has changed a bit in recent years) and we noticed that there was a bunch of bedding behind the cabin. Why was that stuff there? Well… It turned out that… My grandma had been tucked into bed in her regular bed in the main room of the old cabin. Radical Betty went to bed on the front porch (which was where I used to sleep when we still stayed at the Old Cabin before we built the moomincabin (and that’s a whole ‘nother topic)). In the middle of the night, something woke RB up. There are windows between the main room and the front porch at the Old Cabin. When we were beach urchins, we used to delight in opening those windows to travel between rooms. (Our parents did not like us doing that.) Radical Betty looked through one of those windows into the main room and was HORRIFIED to see that FLAMES were licking at the bottom of the electric blanket on Grandma Margaret’s bed! She raised the alarm (no smoke alarms in those days) and grabbed Grandma while someone else (Grinch or Uber Kayak Woman maybe or Bugs or Horsey) took care of the faaaarrr.

I could easily get used to telecommuting from here but I need to beam down to The Planet Ann Arbor for a bit. So I am leaving at some time tomorrow. With quite some trepidation. The GG is cooking dinner down there tomorrow tonight. He has already called me to ask about some of the specifics and we will not (thank you god) be eating beef stew (Snort snort snorkle).

P.S. My trepidation is not because the GG is cooking dinner although it’s possible that may merit some trepidation. (Just kidding, old grumper.)

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