It’s a balmy 18 degrees today in Northern New Jersey. After the last few weeks of temperatures ranging in the high 7’s- single digits- the “ping, ping, ping” sound reverberating across my upstairs window as the icicles melt down the pane isn’t quite as annoying as it would have been, had I not had to wear two sweatshirts to bed for a solid two weeks. We hadn’t realized when we purchased this 200-year-old, former Lutheran parsonage that the bedroom we selected to be ours because of the beautiful, front-facing windows and the yellow built-in bookshelves didn’t actually have a radiator at all. We’ve resorted to a very high-tech electric heater, and extra clothing in February rather than give up the view, the walk-in closet, and a pesky woodpecker who routinely taps on the glass at 6 a.m.
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It’s a balmy 18 degrees today in Northern New Jersey. After the last few weeks of temperatures ranging in the high 7’s- single digits- the “ping, ping, ping” sound reverberating across my upstairs window as the icicles melt down the pane isn’t quite as annoying as it would have been, had I not had to wear two sweatshirts to bed for a solid two weeks. We hadn’t realized when we purchased this 200-year-old, former Lutheran parsonage that the bedroom we selected to be ours because of the beautiful, front-facing windows and the yellow built-in bookshelves didn’t actually have a radiator at all. We’ve resorted to a very high-tech electric heater, and extra clothing in February rather than give up the view, the walk-in closet, and a pesky woodpecker who routinely taps on the glass at 6 a.m.