I Get Hot

March #SOLC15 Day 11

I get hot.  I don’t get cold.

This has been coming on for many years now.

I suppose I am at that age.  You know.  Where things start to change.

Everyone knows that the warmest covering I need in the dead of winter is my scarf.  I just don’t get cold.  I get hot.

My friend and I (who are in the same age bracket, if you get what I mean…) (she’s hot, too) stay in hotels in the area a couple times a month when we have consultants working with our districts.  We bring a fan with us every single time.  People stop and stare.  I know they’re thinking… Is she carrying a fan into her hotel room?  Is that a fan???  Sometimes they’ll come out and ask me, “Do you have a fan and are you using that in your room?”  I really just want to shout it out – Yes!  I have a fan!  I know it’s January!  I know it’s 15 degrees below zero and there is snow on the ground!  I. Get. Hot.

Today I was in multiple meetings with various people and I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. “Is it me?” I would ask them as this red hot sensation was beginning to overtake my entire body  -from my toes to my beet red face.  I started fanning myself with the nearest piece of paper – one that was sure to be able to stand up to the swift movement back and forth needed to create cool air.  My colleagues in these meeting –  they were all younger than me.  They were wearing sweaters.  They weren’t hot.  I was.

Finally.  Back in my office.  Ahhhhh.  It’s nice and cold with the window opened and the ceiling fan twirling round and around.  Some have called it a meat locker.  I wouldn’t go that far.  But then again….I don’t ever get cold.  I get hot.