Tails have been tucked and connecting has begun. I have ten of my 40 rows now hooked together. Once those are done, I’ll go back and connect them lengthwise. I’m crocheting them together in order to give the afghan some strength and stability considering all the different kinds of yarn at work. I still hate this afghan’s guts, but it’s already really cute. I think it’s going to be awesome.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, Jim Cooper told a bunch of us that houses built in the 50s in Nashville are poorly insulated because the TVA promised everyone never-ending practically free electricity. Why bother to try to keep the heat in a building when it only costs pennies to heat it?
I live in a 50s ranch. It’s going to be 7 degrees tonight. We’ve already got a space heater in the garage running, because we’re in the middle of a pitched battle called “try to keep the appliances above 32 degrees so that we don’t have to replace them.” Well, not in the middle. That’s the point. While it’s a balmy 27 out, we’re trying to get the garage into the 40s, hoping that will give the heater the headway it needs to keep the garage above freezing all night.
I’m trying not to imagine what our electric bill is going to be. More than pennies, though, most likely.
My next HVAC unit is going to heat the garage. Somehow. Just to keep it at 35 in cases like this.
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