Sure, sure, I know that some of you have the real thing - a living, breathing, warmblooded geezer of your own. And I do mean geezer in the most complimentary way possible. I, however, have no warmblooded geezer to call my own. What I DO have is... The Sweater Also Known As The Geezer. Or, should I say, The Beloved Geezer Sweater (thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sylvie, for passing it along. xoxo)
It may not help wash the dishes, change my oil, stack firewood, or have other such helpful geezer traits, but it sure as heck keeps me toasty warm. And I mean toasty! The Geezer Sweater (GS) must weigh a good 7 lbs. That is seven pounds of heavy wool. The sleeves, left unrolled, come down to my knees. The GS hangs down to below my knees. It is pure heaven when it's -16 outside and a non-toasty 56 inside.
Slight aside as I step up on my soapbox (which is always handy): As I listened to the news on the radio yesterday, I heard the President's annointed representative stating why the extension of unemployment insurance was so greatly needed - her complaint? She had to keep the heat at 58 degrees (...and????) and had lost weight (....and????) because fuel oil and food were expensive. Not siding one way or the other on the issue, my house is ALWAYS at 58 degrees and most of us try to lose weight or need to. I am sure she feels both are hardships, but I wonder if there should have been someone else used as an example - someone trying to raise two kids, find a job, keep a roof over her head, manage without a car. You know, hardships. I will now alight from my soapbox.
I will introduce you to other parts of my Winter Survival Gear over the next week or two. And it has nothing whatsoever to do with a dearth of posting material. None. Whatsoever. Really.