Radiators

I may have mentioned this earlier, but there is some silly law in Italy that you can't turn your heat on before a certain date in October.  They also have ridiculously high energy and gas prices...so it might not be such a "silly" law once we get our utility bill. 

Anyway, it has been cold in the apartment.  Like 17 degrees celcius cold.  I don't know how many of you can still do the 10th grade conversion (I had to Google it), but that equals 62.2 degrees farenheit, which equals way too cold for this girl.  If you have to wear a jacket inside, you need to reevaluate your thermostat settings. 

So yesterday, someone rang my buzzer, and had I checked my email I would have known it was the landlord, and I would have probably gotten up a little earlier and showered.  However, since I didn't check my email, I hadn't so much as brushed my hair.  After quickly throwing my hair in a bun, I answered the door in my husband's sweat pants, a long sleeved shirt, a jacket, socks, and shoes. 

Our landlord, who is a tall drink of water (I'm allowed to say that, because John Ralph admits it too), is always dressed to impress.  I'm going to go ahead and assume that his chuckle when I opened the door and his mumble of something in Italian to the technician who was with him, means he doesn't exactly feel the same way about my fashion.  However, I'm going to forgive him for that because they came and turned our radiators on. 

I don't know how many of you have ever had radiators as your source of heat, but there is something about them that I love.  My elementary school had radiators going down the halls.  The way they tink and softly wistle when they heat up is very comforting to me.  I remember coming in from cold days on the playground and leaning up against their heat while waiting in line.  It's almost as good as a wood fire. 

All day yesterday I would go and stand by the radiators.  When I sat down to read a little, I positioned the chair so I could prop my feet on them.  This morning, when I woke up to their sounds mixed with the patter of rain on the patio, it made waking up without my hubby almost bearable.  And let me tell you how magical it is to have a warm towel waiting on you after your shower. 

On my grocery list:  coffee and hot chocolate.  I can already tell, a cold winter isn't going to be so bad after all.