My father will spend a long time messing with it and then get the heating system to turn on.
As my father got older his circulation became worse. He used to be the one demanding for the house to be colder. In The wintertime we hardly ran out of heating. I walked inside my home in long pants and a sweatshirt. In the summer he loved blasting the air conditioner. The house would feel like a frozen tundra. I remember coming in from the pool and trying to run by the AC. I typically would slip all over my mother’s kitchen tile in a big hurry to get dry and warmer. The inside of the house during the snow felt like wintertime. Now that my dad is older, he doesn’t even allow the cooling system to run. My father is focused solely on heating now. During the wintertime I now know to pack shorts and a tank top. When my mother hosts a family Thanksgiving or Christmas, I am prepared to sweat. I try to sneak a window open and frequently step outside in the snow to cool down. It is so darn hot in there now. What is really awful is that during the summer it isn’t unusual for my dad to turn on the heating system. My mother tried chaining the fireplace closed to deter him. My father will spend a long time messing with it and then get the heating system to turn on. I have been inside their house when it was 90 degrees. I felt like I was going to pass out and my father seemed quite content. Weird how things change like that.