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.