Not A Fan Of The Man With The Gadget

I arrived this morning at school to find the thermometer in the second of our two teaching spaces barely hitting 57 degrees on the Fahrenheit scale.  This did little to make my arrival at work anything along the lines of joyful.  Monday is not the best of days on any given week unless it is a holiday and this, obviously, was not one of those.  

And it was 57 degrees Fahrenheit.  Inside.

As we had little choice in the matter, my staff and I forged ahead hoping that some very vigorous teaching might keep us from just slipping away into the cold, welcoming arms of severe hypothermia.  For the record, there is no amount of vigorous teaching that will actually warm a body up to the point where you can forget about the fact that it is 57 degrees Fahrenheit.

Shortly before lunch, we were visited by The Man With The Gadget.  It seems that my pleas for warmth were heard by our well-intention principal and that he'd sent the head custodian in to do a temperature check.  He wandered around looking for all the world like a somewhat husky and jumpsuit clad member of the Starship Enterprise.  He moved from room to room with his handheld Super Impressive Temperature Taker Thingie, scanning the air in search of good temperature readings.  He muttered all sorts of things that sounded quite technical.  We hoped for the best.  We prayed that he might get a reading which might convince the Other Guy Who Runs The Gadget Which Turns On The Heat that it was time to push that button.

But we knew better...

By then, you see, the sun was out.  It had been happily baking the windows and there was no way on earth we were going to look like the freezing individuals that we really were.  Even if the bright, glowing orb in the sky had managed to get the temperature back up to a rousing 65 degrees, we still hadn't managed to warm up after a morning spent in a meat locker.  The custodian left us with a scathing look, now muttering something about fragile females who will complain about everything and take time out of his busy day.  

I can't help but wonder if that fancy temperature-sensing gadget might have equaled the cost of a day's heat in our classroom.  An hour even...

I'm watching the forecast with great interest.  Any day that doesn't come with abundant sunshine is not going to be a pleasant one.  Until they turn on the heat in the building, we'd better have clear, sunny days.  

Meanwhile, the award for Keeping The Sheep Alive Until The Big Metal Thingies Start Pumping Out The Warm Air goes to April!  Let's all say a nice, big, "Thank You!" to she who gifted me with a pair of warm socks knit just for Sheepie.  They were the only things between me and an icy grave up until about noon today.  Bless you, April!  

I'm still knitting away on that scarf I started over the weekend.  That is intended as a gift that I might tuck away for the coming holidays and isn't going to help me much in my quest for survival.  Fortunately, I have lots and lots of nice, clean socks ready for wearing after my weekend of sock-washing.  

However if you don't hear from me, you might want to start making some phone calls.  There is no telling how long the sunny weather will last...

SA