Ghetto insulation makes me crazy
I don’t know much, but I know cold.
Today I try to fix the problem.
The idea is to get big plastic clingy sheets to cover your window so that the cold that gets through the glass stops (cold) at the plastic. I think. However it’s supposed to work, it does work, except on days that would freeze an ice cube.
I suppose we could hire someone to install new windows. Or we could move to a better house.
Or a warmer place.
Bunt instead I’m there with a big plastic sheet and a hair dryer shrinking the thing tightly against the window and feeling like a dummy. I feel like a crazy man waving that thing slowly back and forth in the dark late afternoon backlit by bathrooms and bedrooms.
So I turn off the light.
In the midst of trying to hide my shame, I notice that I’ve sealed a piece of garbage on the opposite side of the plastic. I think of the Wrath of Khan and pretend that I’m Kirk talking to a doomed Spock on the other side of the sheet.
Spock/Garbage: …logic clearly dictates that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
Kirk/Me: Or the one.
Spock/Garbage: You are my superior officer. You are also my friend. I have been and always shall be yours.
Translation for the non-trekkies: Don’t open up this plastic just to rescue me. I love you, I’ll miss you, good-bye.
/tear
felixnation :: Dec.01.2008 :: Hermit Cave, Learnin' Stuff :: No Comments »