Age has caused my father’s circulation to become worse.
He was the one who liked the townhouse frigid.
In The Wintertime, we hardly ran out of heating. I walked inside the townhouse in long pants and a hoodie. In the summertime he always liked blasting the cooling system, making the townhouse feel like a frozen tundra. I remember coming in from the pool and trying to run by the AC. I’d slip all over my mother’s entryway stone while running to get dry and warmer. The inside of the townhouse during the snow felt like Wintertime. However, now that my dad is older, he doesn’t even want us to use the AC. My father always asks for the heating system to turn on. During the Winter, I’m forced to dress lighter. When mom hosts a family Thanksgiving or Christmas, I’m always sweaty. I try to sneak some windows open and frequently step outside in the snow to cool down. The townhouse feels like a boiler room. We’ve even come across dad turning on the furnace in the middle of a hot summer afternoon. My mother tried chaining the fireplace closed to deter him. But dad spent a long time messing with it and managed to get the heating plan to turn on. I’ve been inside their townhouse when it was 90 degrees. I was almost passing out while my father seemed quite gratified. He makes me crack up when I remember the bygone days.