Cold Feet?

Did you ever have cold feet in the idiomatic sense of "not having courage to follow through on something?" Well, I'm not talking about that kind of cold feet!

I'm talking about literal "cold feet." That means cold feet like the two feet you use to stand upright cold feet. Confused enough, already?

Well, my cold feet problem starts way up at my knees, travels all the way down my legs and to the end of my toes on my feet. That's a pretty good chunk of anatomy to be cold 'most of the time, doncha think???

Yep, and it is not just a seasonal problem; my cold feet are cold in the middle of July when the temp hits 105 -- and that's with shoes on top of said "cold feet." You can imagine how cold they are in wintertime! Brrrr!

So what do I do to be able to live with this very unusual(?) physical anomaly? Well, when I am at my own home, I keep an electric blanket on my bed all the year around and turn the temp up to about 6 every nite before I climb into bed. That's a really toasty temp, in case you didn't know. In about 15 minutes my pore old cold feet are warm enough that I can go to sleep. (From my knees up, I"m really hot!)

When I'm visiting other people, I pile on woolen socks, or wrap my lower extremities in a warm, warm blanket before I struggle into bed. At my daughter's house in Birmingham, I hinted that I really needed an electric blanket and she provided one. (I think her husband urged her to do so, thinking that I might go "poof" under such intense heat, and disappear into the stratosphere)

So what has all this to do with "the price of corn" or "how such profundity of thought will change the course of history?"

Well, hey, it won't do nothing like that, but it will keep my son Mark from remarking, "Mom, you don't blog everyday like you should." Right? Right.

Adult Children

What do you call your Adult Children? Is there a proper term?

I have three people, two girls and a boy, to whom I gave birth and they are now 'way past the age that I can comfortably call them "two girls and a boy".

But to call them "Adult Children" is an oxymoron, and few people out there know what an oxymoron is --- or care. But I do,, because I am an English professor and when an oxymoron is used, it is used for a literary purpose, and for the life of me I can't place these three into a literary setting. So then, "adult children" is out.

So what's next? How about just calling them "Children?" People do often ask me how many children I have and I respond, "Three children . A boy and 2 girls. " Think about that!! I have THREE CHILDREN? No way is that true. I realize the questioner is satisfied because he/she interprets my answer as a generic statement and he doesn't puzzle about the "children" part.

Before you get a smarty reply formed in your mind, let me say, "Yes, I know he doesn't puzzle about it because he can tell by looking at me that the three I'm talking about couldn't possibly be "children."

But that doesn't answer my original question. What is the proper term to use then? How about Adult People? or Ageing Offspring? or Boomer Bloomers?"

Is there any significant point to all this nonsense? Why did i ever think of bringing up the question?

There is a significant, and poignant, point to be made. Here it is:

I look at these three beautiful (handsome) people I birthed who are now adults and my heart glows with joy at who they are right now.

It doesn't really matter what I call them, what matters most is that I can use a predicate adjective to identify them--- " They are mine. "